All Things

I lift up my eyes to the hills— where does my help come from?
My help comes from the LORD,
the Maker of heaven and earth.
He will not let your foot slip— he who watches over you will not slumber...
(Psalm 121-1-3)

The Wasatch mountains wear a cloak of deep red in their foothills, even as their shoulders rest under a mantle of white. Early snow has come to this land, before the leaves have even begun falling in earnest; the colors have just begun their march of change.

Big, fat, wet flakes fell for hours on Saturday, bringing delight to the hearts in this little place.

From our third floor, we couldn't see that the flakes did not stick. We didn't see the puddles that lined the black concrete parking lot below. From where we stood, in a room warmed by automatic heat, all we could see was a gossamer blanket, knit together even as it fell, and filling the air so that at times we could not see past our deck. The kettle was promptly filled and set to heat for hot chocolate, and Mama wished for new slippers to warm her icy toes.

As we found joy in His creation, His elements, we drew near to each other in the home God has provided for us. Cold caused us to huddle together, to reach for a book instead of the remote. To open the game closet instead of being away in separate rooms. To dream, and hope, and imagine.

For hearts to pound out a joyful rhythm... Sold...sold...sold!

For He has done this thing. So well. Our home is sold! And the days and weeks of worrying just fall away, as we see through grateful eyes the hand of the Father orchestrating everything in His perfect timing.

We have prayed for over six months, together with our children, for someone to love our home. For someone to need it. And if, Lord, the price is too high and we have to come down so that this person, this family could finance it, so be it.

And He heard.

We wait, in patience and in peace, for the completion of the sale. In full knowing that things can change so quickly on this fallen earth; we put our trust in the Lord.

We wait in hope for the LORD;
he is our help and our shield.

In him our hearts rejoice,
for we trust in his holy name.

May your unfailing love rest upon us, O LORD,
even as we put our hope in you.
(Psalm 33:20-22)

Today, the sun shines. A frost covers the trees, and our breath hangs misty in the air, but the clear day affords a divine peek at the hills. And as we worshipped together this morning, the chant, "He does all things! He does all things- well!" echoed in my heart.

We have only to lift up our eyes to the hills.