Waiting…ah sweet, resisted, waiting. It’s not my strong suit. But it helps if I look at it like ‘Divine Marinating’ – all for the better in the end, but I still get hungry and cranky in the meantime : )
I love the contrast of the seasons, each making the next far sweeter. And there’s a reason God didn’t put me in charge. I’d have the flowers pushing up to a foot of snow. It’s the same way in my life. I’m eager to bloom. I want to know what’s next (as if new home, new life, and new love weren’t enough!?!?). But I don’t.
So I wait. And nest. Which I love. And Blog. Which I love. And meet new people. Which I love. And take pictures of it all.
What if we were to savor the seasons of Self, as well as the landscape? Amen.
Leave a Reply