Cold weather is here and colder is coming. That means so is more pain and muscle failure for me. Tidal wave days. Like everything is pretty normal and suddenly the weakness hits and I’m clicking my heels together, wishing, wishing, wishing for heated blankets and a clear schedule.

So if I’m absent, less perky or somewhat resembling the tin man, it’s just weather-induced exacerbated muscular dystrophy. I used to get rather perturbed about the whole situation, but I’ve grown into a sense of humor about it. I’ve learned that cold weather is not my friend, but, still, God has purposefully placed us NOT in Florida.

So we push forward in God’s daily portion of much-needed grace. I say “we” because often school drop-offs and stair errands fall on Jeff and the boys. So grateful to be given four strong, capable guys.

The wave of physical fatigue sometimes feels like it has huge tidal proportions. But SO is the grace, strength and peace that God gives as I lean, in dependence, further on Him. God provides. Jehovah-Jireh – the Lord who sees.

The Lord who sees ME.

Psalm 84:11-12 For the LORD God is a sun and shield; The LORD gives grace and glory; No good thing does He withhold from those who walk uprightly. O LORD of hosts, How blessed is the man who trusts in You!

Justin completed all of his school assignments for the first time yesterday without a single complaint. Today, in the car ride home from physical therapy, he told me that he felt “happy and calm while doing school.” I asked him why he thought that might be.

Without a hint of flippancy, he replied, “I think God did it. I think He is done with me complaining.” God might be done with it, but something tells me Justin is not.

What is YOUR tidal wave? Grace, friends.