Why do I groan? Why do I allow the cold to seize me, to needle its frosty hooks into me and petrify my bones? Do I not have choices? Can I not put on the warmth I need? Can I not move to generate the glow I hold inside waiting to burst forth? Let me adjourn the fuss and focus on the glow.
Meditating on the finished work of Jesus, I am warmed. I don’t haunt the cold places so much. I would rather live free and loved in His promises. I trust that when He says I am healed, I am. When He says I am the righteousness in Christ, I am. I may not comprehend the immensity of that gift, but I accept it and leave the rest to Him. He will lead me. He will make it known to me in my days as I turn to Him in faith.
I believed I am healed. In Christ I am whole. I take my eyes off the earthly “proof” that I am not. I find that nonsense everywhere. It surrounds me—the pain, the filth, the cold, the broken. It is my choice, I can look at that all day. But I am healed, I am whole in Jesus, so I turn to Him. He reveals His blessings as I walk along loving Him.
Then he touched their eyes, saying, “According to your faith be it done to you.” Matthew 9:29
Meeting God at the Park 