Greetings Dear Reader,
As we get our first touches of the impending winter I ponder
the times I have walked on frozen lakes and rivers. It is the cold that freezes the water. Soon enough the local lakes will grow little villages
of ice-fishing shacks. People will skate up and down the couple of
smaller rivers that grow enough ice to make it safe.
It is the rivers that have my attention. Rivers do not freeze solid. Beneath the thick layer of ice, they still
flow. The life in the river continues
beneath the ice. Fish still swim and
feed. The cold death above may hinder
the flow but life is still there. Movement
is still continuous.
We become froze at times.
Our lives may be filled with some form of cold death on the
surface. There are difficulties that
keep us from movement. Pain or sickness
may cause us to stop. Fear may freeze our
ability to act. Even at our most frozen
there is still life in us to be the conduit.
I must never let the winters in my life keep me from being
the conduit I am meant to be. Whatever my
capacity to flow I must embrace that and seek to grow it even when it is
painful or difficult. I do have to know
the resources. I must use what I am
given as I am given it. The thaw will
come and I must be ready when it does.
Wishing you joy in the journey,
Aramis Thorn
Mat 13:52 So Jesus said to them, "That is why every writer
who has become a disciple of Christ’s rule of the universe is like a home
owner. He liberally hands out new and old things from his great treasure
store.”
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