Brrrrr it is cold here with beautiful frost all over the trees, the flowing brown ornamental grass, the fences and even the horses. It gets thicker and thicker as the morning goes on. It is a piece of art that continues to progress… little at a time. If I sit here and stare at it continually, it doesn’t seem to change. But when I leave the window for a while; fill up my coffee cup, make a magnet tower with the boys, have a great visit with my mom, and then come back I can see the changes. The frost is thicker, more defined, more prominent.
The frost and the progress of the masterpiece outside my window feels like my soul journey lately… slow and quiet, but ever evolving. We live in a culture of fast, hectic, and busy. Crazy busy. And that brings a sense of wanting instantaneous satisfaction. We want everything now. Success now. Thousands of followers on social media now. A home that is organized and clean and full now. A bank account that is overflowing now. Children that will self-entertain now. But as I watch out my window this morning God reminds me that the precious things, the things that matter, truly matter in life take time. They are a work of art that continues to progress little by little.
Maybe you need to pause, rest, find a secluded place, and reflect on where you are and how far you have progressed. I found so much comfort this morning in my time of reflection, and I praised Him, the Good Father, for the progress. Instead of feeling anxious, frustrated at the slowness of growth sometimes, I feel gratitude that I’ve had some.