Chapped Skin, Weary Souls, and a Savior

I never thought I’d be writing a blog post about Vaseline but, I guess, it doesn’t surprise me either. Nowadays, I just go with it and see where the path will carry me. Honestly, if dirty feet can be a topic then why not Vaseline?

I have a small round and metal travel size container of vaseline. I bought it in the Spring of 2016. I misplaced it awhile back but came across it again not too long ago and put the container back in my purse. Each time I go into my makeup bag to retrieve some balm for my dry winter lips, I think about my dad. I bought the container at a Walgreens in Arizona while visiting my dad. It would be my last visit with him. He would pass away just five months later. I had no idea that that particular visit home to see him would be the last.

For some odd reason, it’s comforting to pull this Vaseline out of my purse. There’s relief and comfort in that jar, not just for my chapped winter skin but for my chapped winter soul. It’s comfort that shows up and speaks directly to that part of my heart that never stops grieving this side of eternity. The part of my heart that knows death and sorrow is a part of life but equally knows, with a deep assurance, that one day it will cease. No more pain, no more tears…our healing journeys complete. No more cracked skin, no more cracked and weary souls.

“He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds.” Psalm 147:3

“Christ is the Lord! O praise His Name forever,
His power and glory evermore proclaim.
Fall on your knees! Oh, hear the angel voices!
Oh night divine, Oh night when Christ was born;
Oh night divine, Oh night, Oh night Divine.”

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