Being in a wild cave, especially with the lights out, watching the ocean, standing on a mountain and looking at a the stars on a clear night, or being out in the cold--being out long enough so that I feel the warmth leaving my body--these are experiences that make me feel small. Processed rightly, that is a good thing.
The Psalmist asks the question, "Who can stand before His cold?" (147:17)
As I dart from one bubble of warmth to another, wrapped in my protective layers, Lord, help me to pause long enough, to be reminded by the sting on my cheek that I am just really not capable of making it on my own.
Several places in scripture the question is asked or implied, "What is man?"
I am the pinnacle of God's earthly creation, but I am a creature.
I am capable of great deeds and words and thoughts, but I am helpless apart from his provision.
I am a sinner, but I am a sinner so loved by God that He gave His Son for my salvation.
If you listen to God's voice in the cold wind you can hear that. It reminds me of my weakness and smallness. Yet in spite of the fact that in an unprotected state I would soon die from exposure, I am still here--a testament to God's grace and goodness.
The cold helps me not only see who I am, but even more importantly Who God is.
As you watch the the condensation cloud from your breath, it's STTA.
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