Of Snow. and him. and Him.
The snow was falling thick and fast yesterday as I walked back from the Bragg cluster and the whole world was blanketed in white. When I got back to halls some of them were embroiled in a snow fight and David yelled "Ruth!" and ran toward me, so I quickly ran in to avoid getting another soaking! Had already gotten very soaked earlier by Davis and the rest who for some strange reason went mad at the sight of all that good lovely snow piled on the hoods of cars going to waste by not being thrown at someone else. Ahaha.
I hung my jeans to dry and sat down looking out of the huge window in front of my desk at all the loveliness - the snow coming down and the dim yellow street lamps misty in the icy cold. And everything was so beautiful that I felt sad.
Sometime long ago in my childhood something so sad happened that it was almost funny and I talked about that with my brother before. Some things can be so sad that they're funny, and now I know that some things can be so beautiful that their very loveliness causes a pain inside.
It was past midnight, just the right time for calling home (eight in the morning), and I called and told my dad about the snow, about ice-skating, about everything. And he was most sympathetic, and funny, and practical, as he always is. He gave me the best advice - to stop worrying, because a worrier cannot do the Lord's work. Worry isn't a good thing; we have to learn to let whatever it is go and commit it to God in prayer. Prayer is surrendering control to God, and acknowledging that He can work in people's hearts.
Concerning the future and direction I was looking for, my dad said something so pithy and simple and yet profound I was just blown over by it. He said that I should commit all my desires to the Lord and trust that He would do His will in my life because my life was committed to Him. Because if something was the Lord's will, nothing could go against His will being accomplished and carried out; and if something wasn't His will, why then nothing could force His Hand otherwise. And His will would be the best way, and the best years of my life would be those lived under His will, and the most abundant life would be that lived in His purpose.
So a little less burdened I fell into a quiet sleep that night and this morning told my Father, too, about all that was on my heart. And talking to him and Him helped so much; because he gave sound humourous advice and the best listening ear, and because He did all that and He is more - He is in control over everything.
I hung my jeans to dry and sat down looking out of the huge window in front of my desk at all the loveliness - the snow coming down and the dim yellow street lamps misty in the icy cold. And everything was so beautiful that I felt sad.
Sometime long ago in my childhood something so sad happened that it was almost funny and I talked about that with my brother before. Some things can be so sad that they're funny, and now I know that some things can be so beautiful that their very loveliness causes a pain inside.
It was past midnight, just the right time for calling home (eight in the morning), and I called and told my dad about the snow, about ice-skating, about everything. And he was most sympathetic, and funny, and practical, as he always is. He gave me the best advice - to stop worrying, because a worrier cannot do the Lord's work. Worry isn't a good thing; we have to learn to let whatever it is go and commit it to God in prayer. Prayer is surrendering control to God, and acknowledging that He can work in people's hearts.
Concerning the future and direction I was looking for, my dad said something so pithy and simple and yet profound I was just blown over by it. He said that I should commit all my desires to the Lord and trust that He would do His will in my life because my life was committed to Him. Because if something was the Lord's will, nothing could go against His will being accomplished and carried out; and if something wasn't His will, why then nothing could force His Hand otherwise. And His will would be the best way, and the best years of my life would be those lived under His will, and the most abundant life would be that lived in His purpose.
So a little less burdened I fell into a quiet sleep that night and this morning told my Father, too, about all that was on my heart. And talking to him and Him helped so much; because he gave sound humourous advice and the best listening ear, and because He did all that and He is more - He is in control over everything.
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