The Winter is showing all it’s glory. Cold, crisp nights with a glorious display in the heavens.
Psalm 19:1
The heavens declare the glory of God;
the skies proclaim the work of his hands.
the skies proclaim the work of his hands.
There is a peacefulness that settles over the farm at this time of year.
A quiet expectancy of Springs awaited arrival.
All the work underneath is being accomplished.
All that we can not see.
So much that we can not see.
God is aware of all.
He sees the bigger plan.
We need to spend time with him, learning to trust in his unwavering grace.
While we continue to grieve; and wrestle through living with cancer.
We are confident of the work being completed.
We rest with confidence in the Author of this script.
I step outside and survey the landscape.
There is no way around this journey. The walk is straight through. The work painful and tedious.
I breathe deep the grace given for just this moment.
I gather the frozen laundry and head to complete the work God has called me to; for this season.
James 1:2-4
Consider it pure joy, my brothers and sisters, whenever you face trials of many kinds, because you know that the testing of your faith produces perseverance. Let perseverance finish its work so that you may be mature and complete, not lacking anything.
What a beautiful image. Dark, cold, dead winter blanketing and concealing the work of spring beneath. Buried life that whispers, "Hope will spring forth from this barren place."