Cincinnati is a mess in the winter. Simply a mess. It snows and then rains and sleets and then rains and then snows and then ices and unfreezes and refreezes, over and over and over. Ick.
My parents backyard is a great place to watch this phenomena from the comfort of the house. Yesterday, parts of the yard showed through the snow in a brilliant green, but with a huge puddle filling in the rest. The mix of dirt, water, snow and slush, combined with bare grey trees, made the world look miserable.
And yet, in the middle of the puddle, the most brilliant, clear reflection of the sunset and the treeson the smooth surface of the water, reminded me of the clarity in the mess.
For me, this week, Jesus is that clarity.
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