Black and white and various shades of gray. The colour of winter on days when the sun stays hidden within the clouds.
These are days when the sky fades into snow on the fields and its hard to find the line between the two.
We often have to dig deep to find beauty.
But here I find peace. The work of His hands in a season of dormancy.
He asks me to be still, without the distraction of things bright, colourful.
He asks me to listen.
Waiting is for me perhaps the hardest trial, yet at His calling, I attempt obedience.
God, the one and only— I'll wait as long as he says. Everything I hope for comes from him, so why not? Psalm 62:5 The Message
Stop by to read more imperfect words
at Emily's In the Hush of the Moon