One of my early life verses was the angel’s reply to Mary at the Annunciation, “For nothing is impossible with God.” (Luke 1.37)
I love that reframing of impossible. Especially on days that things seem less than possible.
Yesterday we awoke to a winter wonderland—such a wonderland that even the schools in Taos closed. Thinking that it would be impossible to leave, we took stock of our provisions. Raisins. Cheese. Bread. Milk. Coffee. Nuts. And then we remembered three Kind bars, and then I opened a door to the Casa’s tiny pantry, and there was oatmeal and pasta and chicken broth and mac and cheese. We had electricity and water, and we were set with more than enough.
Later the streets began to be plowed and sanded, and so we were able to get out. Of course, my best friend did have to use the supplies we had available—a fireplace brush and dish towels—to help back out the car.
A few miles down the road, we got stuck in a snow drift, and our efforts made it seem impossible to get out. Almost immediately, not one or two but three people stopped to help us back to a safer place.
Now even more careful where we drove, we stopped for a late meal and intentionally parked where we were sure we’d be able to pull out. However, we soon found out that the snow drifts and ice made it almost impossible to walk into the restaurant. Yet again, a car stopped and the driver got out and offered to accompany us safely into the pub.
Every morning I pray, “Good morning, God. This is your day. I am your child. Please show me your way.”
I am reminded of God’s way—the reframing of impossible: Possible in not the way I may expect, but possible in God’s way. Part of God’s impossible way is the way that God gives us eyes to see our enough. Another part of that impossible way is through the kind actions of the neighbors God gives us.
Once again, Thanks, God.
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