What a journey
All year I kept thinking this season will soon end and things will get better – we can begin planning for a new season and these days at my piano, singing all these ‘wilderness songs’ will soon end.
I’m still singing, still storing up treasure, still finding solace in times alone with God….and the months, tho hard, have seen me find streams in this desert, digging wells in this valley.
Still despair days, sometimes hope deferred kind of despair.
Nothing we can do can change our circumstance. Heartfelt prayers for a healthy husband, a longing for a more comfortable life and yearning for time and space… but deep down I know this season is a divine season, one that can’t be fast tracked.
Hold fast to hope. Don’t throw your confidence away, HOPE.
Something is about to give…..I say NO to hopelessness!
YES to HOPE.
In just a little time I could feel hope rising right in the midst of all this hopelessness. A sense that very soon the tide would turn and something would give – I thought the end was in sight.
It wasn’t the end but it was HOPE.
HOPE is a wonderful thing.
It was only to be an exhilarating pause on a long and tiresome journey.
Just as I sensed, a break thru came. Like a little burst of sunshine.
A breath from God to blow away some of this struggle. Enough to fuel us for the next leg of the journey.
Joy in the Valley
Springs in the desert.
This simple expectation that very soon tides would turn had us laughing again in the face of this giant. What a pleasant change from tears….pool tears.
AND WE WAITED IN QUIET EXPECTATION
FAITH emerged from the ashes, the substance of HOPE unfolded and the EVIDENCE of things unseen appeared before our eyes…God’s LOVE for us, so grateful.
Our weakness wrapped up in His strength.