Frozen

Last night I heard a large THUD followed by a rattle hitting the outside wall of the house by the garage. I didn’t imagine it; Ebony, who was next to me, immediately stood at attention, ready to protect her domain.

I peeked outside from a couple of windows and saw no one. About an hour later, THUD! Rattle, rattle! Again, Ebony stood on guard, looking toward the sound. (Remmy was snoozing without care downstairs, unaware of his sister’s brave stand.) And again, I peeked outside darkened windows to see the culprit. And again,  no one was in sight.

Perhaps a tree branch had fallen. Maybe it was one of the local raccoons trying to find food in my outdoor recycle can. I made the decision to FEAR NOT and to check it out in the morning.

Well, what do you know? Multiple water bottles stored individually in the garage had fallen in battle against the conquering cold, sprawling haphazardly, deformed by the enemy chill.

And now they are propped up in the infirmary of my kitchen sink this Christmas Eve, recovering their former glory and shape, ready to serve me on a warmer day.

Maybe you feel as if you’ve fallen, frozen by the destructive harshness of our time. And yet, just as I took the time to recover those bottles, carrying them into the warmth and propping them up in my kitchen sink, recognize that YOU are far more precious than a factory full of plastic water bottles. I believe that God, your Maker, will bend down to gently lift you, carefully clean you of years of debris, and set you in His infirmary to thaw your heart from the icy blast of hate targeting you for destruction.

He is willing to do this for you. Will you let Him?

“Faithful is He who calls you, and He also will bring it to pass.” 1 Thessalonians 5:24

Merry Christmas,

Dorothy

© 2022, Dorothy Frick