Today was another snow day. Crazy, right? Yes. I couldn't believe it. I woke up this morning determined to not let the snow beat me this time. I WAS going to go to work and nobody, not even the snow, was going to stop me. So, I drug myself out of bed (a little later, since it was technically a snow day), pulled on my pink polka dot boots, and trudged out to see the what surprises the snow had left me. Well, my car (actually my dad's car that he kindly let me borrow) was hidden underneath a foot of snow. Not to mention the foot-high drifts pressing against all four sides. I set to work swiping away at the snow, still determined that it wasn't going to win. After about 2 minutes of swiping, I'd barely made a dent in my car's new fluffy white hat. Discouraged, I trudged back inside to my roommates, who were much too amused at my determination to get out. Needless to say, I gave up. The snow won yet again. Oh well. Life happens, right? If there's one thing I've learned through all of these snow days, it's that I can't control the weather.
Well, I eventually made it to work around 11:30 a.m., thanks to my roommate's fiance who has a coveted 4-wheel-drive vehicle. Thank you, Jake. When I opened the door to the nurse's office on campus where I work, I noticed a white towel spread on the floor beneath the sink. After reading the note my boss had left me, I remembered that I was supposed to clean up a rather large mess that I'd accidentally left behind on the carpet of the office. Last time I worked, I knocked over a melted candle. Enough said? There was a huge, waxy white spot on the carpet that could only be conquered with an iron and a large supply of paper towels. I set out to find an iron, which I secured about two hours later. After the iron had warmed up, I gingerly knelt on the floor next to the stain, placed a paper towel over the wax, and proceeded to apply heat to the seemingly never-ending stain. As I was sitting there ironing the floor, I started to realize something. This was not going to be a quick fix. Sometimes I used two paper towels on one small spot of wax, pressing the same place over and over again until all of the wax had absorbed into the paper towel. I then had to repeat the process on the next small spot. After about fifteen minutes, I was only half-way done. As discouragement threatened to set in, God brought an analogy to mind. God is like an iron. Which means that we're the carpet. We all have blemishes in us, little pockets of struggles and weaknesses that God has to carefully iron out, one at a time. He doesn't rush it, doesn't blast us with heat all at once to make us repent and reform, but instead He gently coaxes the wax out of us, one small spot at a time. It may take days, weeks, months, or even years, but He won't give up on us. And eventually, after much patience on His part and probably tears on ours, we'll be spotless! I was, in fact, able to transfer the majority of the wax onto paper towels, which I promptly threw in the trash can, never to be seen again. It's the same way with the things God irons out of us - they'll be gone forever, and we will be left in freedom.
"Being confident of this, that he who began a good work in you will carry it on to completion until the day of Christ Jesus." Philippians 1:6