February, God. February.
February teaches us – yet again – your surprises.
The shortest month feels like the longest,
shaming us when the Christmas box is still out,
while we plan for Lent.
The shortest month feels like the longest, God,
testing our hope,
in this in-between time.
We would shorten the strange weather,
and lengthen the time to rest, to sleep, and plan,
if we were the Creator.
We would even out the months, and their challenges,
but you are busy leveling mountains
and smoothing out valleys,
with a much bigger view.
And so we settle into this in-between season,
clutching at hope, awaiting your surprises. Amen, and Amen.