This morning, I didn’t even need a coat. I opened the door to warm, balmy air. But by afternoon, the freezing air returned. I’m bundled again in mittens, hat, and coat. Worse, an ice storm will come tomorrow.
The theme of these past two years involves flexibility in the face of the unpredictable. There’s no certainty lately. There’s no sure footing, even in terms of weather.
What now? I depend upon the only certain thing: the unchanging God who orders all our days.