Exactly one month ago, my favorite farmer was pushing snow from our driveway by bucket-loads. He’d come in at night, stamping snow from his boots, saying he’d run out of room to put it all. Where could he push another bucket-load?
And I looked at the stacks and the piles in our white-blown world. It reminded me of my sin — all stacked up and piled up. Sometimes, I run out of room for all this sin. I hold on to it, piling it up and pushing it to the sides by bucket-loads.
The Son beckoned: bring it to Me.
So I ran for the cross.
Oh, how He melts me.
“Wake up, O sleeper,
rise from the dead,
and Christ will shine on you.”
— Ephesians 5:14
A month later, I look out the window. The piles are almost gone.
And here in the middle of my 40-day Lenten-look-within, I feel a stripping-away, too.
I’ve been taking things to the cross, leaving them there.
At the foot of the cross, I pause to find beauty. Behold, last year’s roses. They are, indeed, like beauty from ashes.
Christ loved us and
gave Himself up for us,
a fragrant offering
and sacrifice to God.
— Ephesians 5:2
May you find beauty
when you pause
at the foot of the cross today.
Photos: End of winter at the Lee home.