“In the bleak midwinter” the hymn begins, and I take stock of my current reality and echo the sentiment.
Snow and cold and sickness do not feel cozy, but rather bring to mind how all the world groans in anticipation of a new creation.
How long to sing this song?
We know him as the Great Physician, the Comforter, our ever-present help in trouble. And while I am grateful that He is, I’d prefer to have no need of those parts of Him.
“What can I give him Poor as I am?” the hymn continues. I’ve known my own limits, my weakness, my sin. And while I’m grateful for His grace, I’d prefer to have no need of it.
“Yet what I can, I give Him. I give Him my heart.” Our great High Priest who sympathizes with our weaknesses invites us to cast our cares on him. And while I could try to
muster through,
take control,
rush it all along,
Today I’m grateful for Jesus, my friend, and God, my sovereign, and the Holy Spirit who refuses to leave me as I am.
To everything there is a season. In this one, I confess that I prefer spring to winter and am grateful for a God who loves me in every season.
ABOUT THE BLOGGER:
Originally from Georgia, Mary Beth Gombita is a lover of sweet tea, a proud Georgia Bulldog and an avid music fan. She works in public relations, running her own communications consulting business from home. Mary Beth and her husband, Stephen, have two young sons. She is currently the editor of our Willowdale Women blog.