I’ve waited patiently for the first flower of 2010. It has been months since I’ve seen and touched a delicate flower in the wild. It has been a really long winter. Did I give up hope in flowers? During my dry period without, did I stop believing in them?
No, I believed and waited…waited…waited patiently.
That may sound ridiculous to you but it is a reflection of what I am going through right now with God. So many things do not make sence. I keep waiting for the moment when the fog clears and I say, “Oh! That’s why!” Or when the lights go on and I can read the map which points me in the right direction. It has been a really dry time.
I will not let go. I will not doubt. I am not crushed. There is hope. Always.
“I waited patiently for the Lord; and He inclined to me, and heard my cry.”
Ps 40:1
While hiking, I caught two lovebirds having dinner. On a romantic afternoon they met, waiting their turn ever so patiently to grab some nourishment, all the while keeping one eye to the sky for danger. After each was satisfied, together they flew off looking for their next adventure.
