The season turns colds.
The harsh winter winds blow in slowly, yet steadily, calling for its companion.
Snow falls blanketing the hard, frozen ground underneath.
Beautiful white, yet barren.
The life that existed before, is no longer.
The vibrant green, turned a rustic orange and red.
Leaving a stark piece of wood in its place.
The dead of winter. Literally and figuratively.
Resting. Waiting. Hopeful. Tired.
The hour unknown. But expectation looms.
And then, a teeny, tiny glimpse of what lies ahead.
Maybe only a glimpse. But it is there.
The work of the hand of the all mighty Creator.
"Don't despair. I'm working behind the scenes."
"Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, he is NEW creation; old things have passed away, behold, ALL things have become NEW." 2 Corinthians 5:17
"And these wineskins which we filled were new, and see, they are torn; and these our garments and our sandals have become old because of the very long journey." Joshua 9:13
"For as the rain comes down, and the snow from heaven, And do not return there, But water the earth, and make it bring forth and bud, That if may give seed to the sower and bread to the eater." Isaiah 55:10
The snow lays even still.
But the bud, it is trying to peak forth.
Yeah, but the small things in which I will rejoice.
From two sparse lashes, to enough to curl. Yes, the small, but oh so significant.
You see on the outside the work being done on the inside.
Blessed be HIS name.
|And thank you Aunt Kay, for the "Miracle Grow!" You are a gift.|