The chill brings a sting to my skin and an ache to my bones.
During these days, I layer in thought and cloth, covering my head with knitted designs.
Uncertainty leaves footprints in the snow atop paths I have yet to travel.
It would be easier to warm myself by a familiar fire, but the past is extinguished; its embers too faint.
The birth of a blaze whistles in today’s wind.
Like the fire yet to become wild, tamed desires wait to ignite.
Perseverance has steeled my resolve — upon the flint of the valleys, I am struck into light.
Blessings of grace and mercy soften my gaze, and I see feathers of hope bed the nests of unhatched dreams.
Which will prevail? Uncertainty or hope? I fear they are faithful companions.
“Now faith is confidence in what we hope for and assurance about what we do not see,” reads Hebrews 11:1.
I must believe God’s will has already paved the road disguised in winter.
I step into my uncertainty, trusting a sure footing will be provided for me.
As I go, I am further convinced “that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate [me] from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord,” (Romans 8:38-39).
I continue in my pursuit to exchange fear for the fearless power of Christ.
In this, I welcome the birth of a blaze.
This column was initially published by CherryRoad Media. ©Tiffany Kaye Chartier.