Expectation

Today the hope of Spring floats warm on the breeze as I take time to taste time.  Days have lengthened and the light so tangible that the clouds, though gray, seem somehow less substantial.

So is the light that dwells in me, seeds ready to burst and bring forth new life.  I do not know the shape or size or sound, but surely something of Him is being born.  Not without stretching, pain, the rupturing of old beliefs will the new thing arrive.  Not without trial, trembling, thoughts of turning away will it come gasping fresh into the light.

I have surrendered my heart, my spirit, to be womb for His creative work.  I water with prayer, soak in His Word, and swell with the expectation of joy.

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