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
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at Emily's In the Hush of the Moon
each season has its place...a time to wait and be patient...yes i hear this as well...
ReplyDeletewhile it's bitterly cold here in tx, we're not shrouded in snow (yay!)... but i do know that space where lines are blurred and you have to search to see beyond yourself. so glad you linked up!
ReplyDelete"We often have to dig deep to find beauty. "
ReplyDeleteyes and yes, and the refreshing of spirit is worth the work.
lovely.
such beauty in this quiet post, friend. i think this is the secret to the kingdom of heaven. so much love to you.
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