There are times in life when your heart can't believe your eyes.

Like this morning, for instance. Spring has been late in coming, but it arrived with a she-bang last week. The creek rose to full capacity within hours after a day of long-awaited sunshine. The robins arrived. You could smell the baring earth, hear birdie banter, sense spring on the beautiful breeze. I went to bed smiling after a visit to our neighbour's farm to see lithe lambs cavorting in sheer joy to be alive.

And I woke up to this.

My heart can't believe my eyes.

The world looks like it would be more comfortable offering Santa sleigh-rides than it would preparing a place for a goose to lay a snowy-white egg. And yet gaggles of geese newly arrived from their wintering grounds further south are wandering around right now wondering where to deposit their precious cargo.

I bet they can't believe their eyes, either.

Life has a knack of delivering the unexpected. Late spring snowstorms. Nasty medical diagnoses. Loss of life and health and finances and comfort and peace of mind. Any of these is apt to fool our senses into thinking that we are closer to Christmas than we are to Spring.

And it is just at these times of heart-ache, just at the doorway to disaster, just at the gate of grief, that we can't allow our heart to believe our eyes. We can't afford to let what our senses see drown the promises of God and block the blessing.

His divine power has given us everything we need for a godly life through our knowledge of him who called us by his own glory and goodness. Through these he has given us his very great and precious promises, so that through them you may participate in the divine nature, having escaped the corruption in the world caused by evil desires. I Peter 1:3-5
No matter what difficult circumstances arrive to charm your senses into believing that you are forgotten, that you are hopeless, that you are abandoned, that you will never recover, that Spring will never come - you can't allow your heart to believe your eyes. It is in just these places where our faith is forged, where God's provision is waiting in the wings to lift us in triumph. Where His grace can cover our weaknesses. Where His presence can sustain. Where His glory can shine through all of our broken places.
Where all of the precious promises God has made to His people can begin its transforming work...
Storms will come, friend. Troubles will knock. Snow will fall when you least expect it - it is then that your heart can't believe your eyes.
It needs to believe Jesus.

For a poem on this topic, visit Meanwhile, Melody Muses

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