Ephesians 5:14
“Awake you who sleep,
Arise from the dead,
And Christ will give you light.”
I sit here, in front of a raging fire, surrounded outside by snow as it falls so peacefully from the skies to cover everything beneath it. The sound of millions of snowflakes blanketing the earth over countless hours barely exists, yet its effect is extraordinary. I almost didn’t come here this weekend. I had good reasons—a shift at work that I couldn’t afford to miss, unable to go snowboarding with the rest of my team all day Saturday, and my heart slowly dying over the past week—so what was the point? Blinded by apathy, I resolved not to go. But something in me was torn. After our Thursday night team bible study, a small part of my soul was sparked. I wrestled with the idea and finally called a co-worker to cover my shift. I was in; I wasn’t going to miss out like so many years past.
So here I am. This morning, after everyone left for boarding, I sat by the fire, looking out onto more snow than I think I have ever seen, and was brought to tears, moved from the fact that I awoke this morning among friends I don’t deserve, that I could come here and sit in the stillness of God’s creation and be filled with peace, that anonymous people donated money so that I could miss work and instead be here, and from the constant realization that God continues to chase after my heart. And as I get ready to sit down for a meal with family, my heart is warmed, and I feel alive.
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