Home again today from church with Act II of my cold; after running errands yesterday, I spent last night sneezing and coughing. It's old, already.
I had chosen a 4th memory verse for the year, but yesterday at our retreat team meeting, someone shared a meditation on Isaiah 45:3, and I knew the Lord was changing my focus.
I will give you the treasures of darkness,
riches stored in secret places,
so that you may know that I am the Lord,
the God of Israel, who summons you by name.
The English teacher in me zoomed in to that preposition, of. Somehow in my brain, I had always substituted "in" right there, treasures in darkness.
It doesn't say that.
It says "of". Treasures of darkness.
This is a winter of season, and a winter of heart.
My spirit is hibernating, and it feels lonely and a little dark and cold in there.
Yesterday, the speaker reminded us that "I will" means He will, not that He already has, not that He's necessarily doing it right now, but that He promises that the time is coming.
|I promise I don't recycle sunrise pictures; we just are really blessed to have spectacular ones in winter.|
There's treasure, not just in this season, but because of this season, riches stored in the secret places of a February heart.