Last week, I attended a work conference in San Diego. While the weather SHOULD have been enjoyable from all the reports I’d been given, it was far from such. It was windy. It was rainy. It was chilly. All until the day I left to fly home.

When I left San Diego to begin the trek home, the weather outside of my room was calm. Quiet. Peaceful. Enjoyable. All of the things I THOUGHT it was going to be during my quick trip there that restricted me to (1) the conference center and (2) my room at the resort.

Once I arrived at the airport, I was greeted with a message from my airline that my flight to Denver had been delayed for about an hour. It wasn’t because of lack of staff or anything that has made airlines the talk of the town in the past few months. It was because of a big winter storm. Travel conditions were not safe and everything in Denver was taking longer due to the heavy snow, ice, wind and 20 degree temperatures. I grabbed a hot caramel latte and sat down with my book.

After some reading in the airport and on the plane, we landed in Denver. The first text I received when I went off of airplane mode was that my connecting flight had been cancelled. Already scheduled for a three-hour layover, I would now be hanging out for an extra two-and-a-half hours and adding touchdowns in two additional states before making it back to my home state. It was chilly in that airport that day, but a quick glance out the window made the delays more than explainable.

STORMS.

They impair our visibility.

They threaten our safety.

They cripple us with fear.

They cause us to retreat.

They cause us to overreact.

They cause us to trust in others to know we are going to make it through. Maybe it’s the airline crew who has been trained to handle situations like this. Maybe it’s your local meteorologist (in my home State, he’s quite the legend!). Maybe it’s your faith in The One who holds it all – the storm AND you. Sometimes we need a reminder that (1) we WILL make it through, (2) we are NOT alone, and (3) it WILL NOT always look this way.

Just a few hours later (well, about six), the impaired visibility from the incessant snow disappeared and this was the view out of my window. Isn’t it beautiful? Peaceful. Bright. Calm. ABOVE. From this view…..quite a bit higher than the first photo, the perspective is completely different. That’s what happens when we allow ourselves to rise ABOVE the storms.

That process is not easy. It’s not quick. It often involves other people. It often involves surrender. It often involves pressing through the turbulence. Trust me, friend. There is Light above the storms. You will be able to have a different view. You are not alone.

ABOVE.

In one of its listings, Merriam-Webster defines winter as a noun and as “the season between autumn and spring comprising in the northern hemisphere usually the months of December, January, and February.”

The area of the US where I reside tends to fare on the warmer side of weather. It’s not uncommon for us to be wearing shorts on Christmas Day as we toss around a football or play a round of corn hole in the front yard. This year, however, we are all in the process of “winterizing” our homes. Whoever created the little foam covers for outside faucets is probably enjoying a vacation in the tropics while we cover our pipes to prevent a plumbing catastrophe. It’s going to be single-digit cold. That is C O L D. Winter.

Although we are in the process of winterizing, my mind gravitates towards many things:

Hot chocolate.

Tomato soup and grilled cheese sandwiches.

Firewood.

Fleece blankets.

Chili (whoever named it this had a sense of humor!).

Seat warmers.

Coats, scarves, and toboggans.

You see, when things get really cold, we are drawn to warmth. We don’t build a fire in the fireplace in the middle of the summer when the A/c is on overdrive. We don’t heat up a big bowl of soup and follow it up with a popsicle. We do, however, hold our hands over a fire pit when our fingers are getting numb from the chill of the outdoors. We do put on an extra heavy coat when the temperatures are dropping and the wind is whipping. Cold makes us long for warmth. Winter.

While we take care of our homes to “winterize” them and avoid costly damage and while we insulate ourselves to stay warm or not be negatively impacted by prolonged exposure to the elements…..have we tended to the inside?

Do you remember the movie Frozen? (If not, just let it go.) Disney did a great job of showing the impact of fear….of isolation…..and the impact on everyone around. We sing the songs, we buy the princesses (#TeamElsa or #TeamAnna), and we visit the shows at Disney World. However, there’s a theme we don’t need to miss – in all of that cold – “winter,” if you will – they longed for warmth.

Our hearts do, too. It’s easy for our hearts to look like winter. Cold. Hardened. Unproductive. Unreceptive. What has happened to us? Have we let what was intended to be a “season” (reference Merriam-Webster above) turn in to a permanent status? Are we drawn to warmth…..or repelled by it? Did we cover the faucets, address the drafts under the doors, gather the firewood and service the furnace……all the while allowing our hearts to freeze by unrelenting exposure to “the elements?”

In extreme cold, we are drawn to warmth. Let’s share a mug of hot chocolate. You can curl up by the fire and get cozy under the Sherpa blanket. Most importantly – don’t forget your bowl of chili!

It’s that time of year! Christmas carols are playing everywhere – in our cars, in our offices, in the stores we visit, in our churches, and in our homes.

I was singing through the lyrics of “Away in a Manger” this morning and something landed differently. As I sung “Away in a manger, no crib for a bed, the little Lord Jesus laid down His sweet head, the stars in the sky look down where He lay, the little Lord Jesus asleep on the hay,” I wasn’t just singing it. I saw it. I heard the sounds. I smelled the smells. It felt REAL.

On a typical day, you can walk into my office and smell my “Tiki Beach” wallflower from Bath and Body Works; at home, it’s usually “Cactus Blossom” or “Black Raspberry Vanilla” (when it’s not discontinued). I like the smell of the beach. I like the smell of fruity and clean things. Those scents are very different from what I “smelled” as I became part of the manger scene.

Musty Hay. (Surely that would be a best seller!)

Donkey Dung. (No poopourri available, y’all!)

Sheep Spray. (No glitter in this one!)

We think of the “appropriate,” “planned,” and “clean” places where a baby should be born. That manger met none of the above. It was dirty. It was damp. It stunk. WHY? The King of Kings was coming to this Earth…..WHY?

I can’t help but reflect on the truth that He was born into cold….damp…..smelly….dirty accommodations because it was foreshadowing of our hearts. He wasn’t afraid of or too good to come to our hearts because they were cold…..damp…..smelly…..and dirty.

Jesus was just fine with that manger and all of the things surrounding it. Thank God He was – because His willingness to be born in THAT place in THOSE circumstances paved the way for Him to be born in our hearts, too.

Our church hosts a series each year called “At the Movies.” On the first Sunday of this year’s series, we learned from a movie by the name of “CODA,” also known as “Child of Deaf Adults.”

As I sat taking in the message of the movie, one scene particularly spoke to me. Ruby, the one hearing child in the family, was sitting on her bed having a conversation with her mom. Through the beautiful gift of sign language, Ruby was brave enough to ask her mom if she ever wished Ruby was deaf. Wow. She really asked that. The entire auditorium seemed to hold its breath waiting for the mom’s response.

The mom paused for a moment and nodded her head “yes.” She then went on to tell Ruby that when they performed the hearing test on her in the hospital and reported to them that Ruby could hear, she was disappointed. (And it seemed as if the breathing in the room stopped again.) The mom explained that she didn’t really want Ruby to be deaf – but that she had no idea how to parent a hearing child. That daunting task – the inferiority complex it birthed in her mom – led to her desire for her daughter to not have an ability unfamiliar to her parenting experience.

Immediately, I was prompted by the Holy Spirit to take a trip to the cemetery after the service ended. I’d recently stopped by to check on the placement of my dad’s marker and saw that it was in place. I knew I had some business to take care of. You see, I carried some things around – like an infected fish hook in my back – because of things my parents DID do or say as well as things they DIDN’T do or say. That movie portrayed a perspective I had not considered – because my “differences” made me feel rejected or not good enough. That day, I knew I had believed a lie for a long time. I knew there were some things in me that they didn’t know how to parent….and that brought about some insecurity, especially in my mom. Hindsight is 20/20, right?

I headed over to the cemetery and visited my parents’ graves. Just about two weeks before Thanksgiving, I was processing that this year would look different. Lots of tears and emotions. But as I stood there and told them I forgave them for things they may not have even known I needed from them – I was also reminded of things they DID teach me and invest in me, times they WERE present, supportive and proud. I told them I loved them and missed them, and that I’d see them again soon – but not there. 😊 My face was streaked with tears and my nose was running – but the most evident physical change to me was the weight that came off of my shoulders. Forgiving someone for not being what they didn’t know how to be is powerful.

Later in the week, I was listening to Make Room as I drove around town. That was it! THAT is why I needed to make a trip to the cemetery. THAT is why I needed to forgive. THAT is why I needed to be reminded of good things. My heart needed to make room. Sometimes, we have so much junk in our hearts that we basically display a “NO VACANCY” sign. Maybe that keeps out some bad things – but it also keeps out a lot of really, really good things, too.

Luke 2 tells the story of Jesus’ birth. Luke 2:7 captures my attention because it says they had to find another place to go since there was “no room in the inn.” Again, hindsight is 20/20, but did they know what they missed by saying “We don’t have room for you!” that night?!? The Savior of the World could have been born in that Inn. However, there was no room. (On a silly side, think of how different this season would be – we’d be singing “Away in a Hampton” instead of “Away in a Manger.” 🤣)

Don’t miss this.

Sit here for a minute.

What is ready to be “birthed” in you – but there’s no room? Maybe it’s that dream you’ve carried for years but your heart is full of doubt and insecurity. Make room. Maybe it’s that relationship that could be healed, but you’re too full of pride to say I’m sorry or ask for (or extend) forgiveness. Make room. Maybe it’s that “habit” you know you’re being called away from, but you just don’t know how you’d make it without it. Make room. Maybe it’s trusting God to be God over all of your life and you surrender control. Make room.

The Lord took me from watching a movie to a cemetery so that He could set me free from some things I’d held onto waaaaaaaaaay too long. It wasn’t just to settle those things. It was to make space for healing to come in other areas of my life. Absolutely beautiful.

Oh, the things that could change when the sign over our hearts changes from “NO VACANCY” to “VACANCY.” He doesn’t look for a heart that’s in 5-star condition. He just looks for a heart that will have Him.

Last week, we “sprung forward,” so spring is just around the corner, right?!?

More daylight and warmer temperatures are the perfect opportunity to get out in the yard after taking the winter off. There was no need to mow and I strongly dislike raking, so very little was done in the yard for the past four months or so. No big deal, right?

Oh, how quickly we forget. The last time the grass was mowed last fall, it was edged, even, and (so I thought)…….weedless. Last week, there were a few sprigs of green grass trying to break through – but the most evident arrival was that of the weeds. In the yard. Around the mailbox. Among the mulch and the shrubs. WHERE DID YOU COME FROM AND WHO INVITED YOU? Asking for a friend.

I visited this website and was welcomed by the following quote: “Not everything goes dormant in the wintertime. Winter weeds are thriving and will wreak havoc in your garden. Be sure you’re prepared.” There’s much more to this statement than what you’ll see in your yard. That is applicable in life, too.

When you think of the word “winter,” what comes to mind? Here are a few words that immediately surfaced: Cold. Sweatpants. Fires. Soup. Gloves. Hibernate. Rest. Less daylight. None of those words really drive me towards a ton of activity; instead, “winter” lends itself to a focus on rest and recovery.

While all of us need “seasons” of rest in our lives, moving to a complete state of ignoring or avoiding will potentially lead to the unwanted arrival of “weeds” in our lives. Think about how quickly “weeds” can pop up in (or take over) our thought lives, our families, our marriages, our finances, our friendships, our work places, our ministries, our health, our dreams, our neighborhoods, and our Spiritual walks. “Not everything goes dormant in the wintertime.” Warning: our failure to acknowledge the presence of weeds does not eliminate their existence.

When we have taken four months off from anything, how can we expect things to just “maintain” the state at which we left them? If I don’t workout for four months, I’ll lose muscle. I’ll lose stamina. I’ll lose motivation. There is NO WAY I can walk back into the gym four months later and just pick back up as if I’d never left. Nope. I’ll be backing down on the weight to gradually build up again. I’ve let weeds move in. If I disconnect from personal growth in my Spiritual walk, I’ll likely find that I’ve become disinterested in and uncommitted to the things that help me grow and stay healthy (Bible reading/study, prayer, fellowship, serving, praise and worship). I’ve allowed weeds to move in.

Question for us to ponder: Why is it that we can easily find ourselves questioning “how the weeds got here” when we’ve done little to nothing to keep them out? In terms of the yard, do you ever find yourself complaining because “these weeds wouldn’t be here if the neighbor would just take care of their yard?” If we find it easy to cast blame on our neighbor every time a weed appears in our yard, do we equally give them all of the credit when our yard looks beautiful?

I can’t help but think of the Parable of the Talents. Two of the men took responsibility for their “talents” – what was entrusted to them – and they made much of them. One man, however, took no responsibility and simply cast blame for what he didn’t do. Sounds to me like he had some weeds in his yard, too. Must’ve been the neighbor!!!

No, I don’t like cold weather.

No, I don’t like raking.

No, I did not tend to my yard for four months.

Yes, I do love to have a thick, lush, green lawn full of grass…..not weeds.

My three excuses contradict my one desired outcome. I was dormant…..the weeds were not. Time to get back to work!