The snow is a most wondrous and beautiful thing! I love the way it sparkles when glints of light hit its pure and glittery surface. I love to watch the flakes float down from the sky.
What I’ve never liked is the beginning of Spring, when the snow begins to melt and turn in to a slushy, muddy mess. Spring, when mounds of dirty grey/brown snow is pushed to the sides of roads and sidewalks.
When I was little, I used to have red galoshes. I would wear those red galoshes as I walked to school and navigated the mush and the puddles of melted snow. The galoshes covered and protected my shoes from the slushy, muddy mess! What I loved best about my galoshes is the way water from the puddles would splash up against them and then slide right off. Try as it may the slush and water could not penetrate those rubber shields. It was fun to splash and mock the puddles, knowing they could not dampen my spirits or my shoes and socks!
Today, in Bethel, it rained. It has warmed and months of frozen snow and ice has begun to melt. Mounds of dirty, grey snow border the roadsides as I picked my way through puddles and walked to the elementary school, I thought about my long forgotten red galoshes.
I started thinking about the armor of God. We gird our loins with truth, we put on the breastplate of righteousness, having shod our feet with the gospel of peace, we hold our shield of faith and don the helmet of salvation. Though we know our battle is not against flesh and blood and we know this is the appropriate equipment to fight spiritual battles.
Sometimes life doesn’t feel like a battle. Sometimes life is just muddy and messy ~ maybe as we deal with aftermath of the battle ~ or maybe just because of day to day things. I say, here is where we enlist our red galoshes into our arsenal! We strap on our red galoshes of joy and dare the slush, mush, mess and wet of life try dampen our spirits!