Occasionally, for “Throwback Thursday”, I post a column from my newspaper days. As a cool front finally pushed its way through our area today, I thought of this one. Sorta cheesy, but there’s a little nugget in there…
A cool breeze, a reminder of a promise
As I was headed out the door, I opened the back door this morning to let the dog back in from his morning airing and a cool gush of air hit my face. I thought to myself, I’m going to need a jacket, at least for this morning.
Then it hit me again.
“I’m going to need a jacket! And it’s still August! Hallelujah!” I said out loud to no one (but the dog).
To say that I am not a hot weather person is an understatement. I would live in an igloo for a year rather than spend one day in the desert. How I let my husband sweet talk me into moving to south Mississippi, I’ll never know. Don’t get me wrong, I love it here. Y’all just have some seriously intense heat. (And it’s not like I’m from Canada or something. I claim Oxford, which is in the northern half of the state, as home.)
Plus, the last few weeks had been hectic to the point of getting out of hand. Just when I thought things were about to settle down, some other logistical nightmare would present itself.
So when that first taste of fall blew through my hair and sent a little chill down my arm, it was a gift and a message: “Stop, take a breath, relax for a minute. Then go back out into the world. Have you forgotten that you have a safety net?”
Recently, a woman much wiser than myself told me something that I needed to be reminded of, in a way I’d never really thought about. She said that, for Christians, the promise of salvation does not mean that you won’t fail. It does mean that either you will succeed at what you are doing, or you’ll fail and go do something else. God may let you fail, but he won’t leave you without another option.
“And that means that you can take risks that other people can’t,” she said.
Yes I can. And it means I can push on through even when I feel like I can’t.