I leave the house as darkness creeps over the afternoon. It’s a winter sky with fluffy flurries falling over the brittle brown leaves on the trees.
I’m steady on my feet and steady in my heart.
I remember so much about the weather outside of me: circumstances I cannot control, the moods and idiosyncrasies of others, the physical realities around me. And then I remember all I’ve learned.
There’s no bad weather, just bad clothing.
I clothe myself with the peace and joy of Jesus.
Weather, in war, is always favorable, if you know how to use it.
Everything that comes to us in life is favorable–if we know how to use it.
I walk on.