Postcards from Alaska
God is Awake
At 13 below, it’s fair to say it’s cold. Even the Alaskans – ok my friends who live here, says it’s cold. But I’ve decided despite the fact that it takes me 10 minutes to prepare to go outside because of the long underwear; multiple pairs of socks; snow boots; scarfs; gloves (sometimes multiple pairs of gloves, too); hats; and oversize coats and after all that preparation, I’m still cold … I like the cold.
It’s awakening (sometimes like a slap in the face – but awakening none the less). No sleeping here in Fairbanks (couldn’t even take a nap today cause my nose was so cold).
After three days in Alaska I’m awake. And everytime I look around at this winter wonderland remniscient of Narnia I’m convinced (I’m not sure I could ever get tired of seeing snow on the trees ), I remember that God, too is awake.
God is awake and on the move.
And that in and of itself, makes the cold so worth it.