This morning, I woke up to a cold bedroom again, and my spirit felt deflated. How could Spring have teased us so?
I even complained a bit to the Lord, thinking through the metaphor of the Spring thaw as it related to my heart during the Lenten Season. With the return of cold, it seems my heart is icing over again. I don’t feel tender toward the Spirit as I have over the past few weeks.
And then, even through my grumbly attitude, the Lord somehow managed to lead me to his word. I picked up the prayer book for today’s Psalms, and made my way to 146 and 147. Just as I was about to finish, the Lord gave me this gift: Psalm 147:16-18.
He spreads snow like a white fleece,
he scatters frost like ashes,
He broadcasts hail like birdseed—
who can survive his winter?
Then he gives the command and it all melts;
he breathes on winter—suddenly it’s spring!
The Lord is sovereign over this cold weather. When it’s time for Spring, it will be Spring. And the Sovereign also is Lord over my heart: with his commands, he can break through the icy shell and warm up my soul toward Him once again.