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We sat around the table in my dining room as we did each week. Sipping tea, drinking coffee, but most importantly praying. It was a day much like today.
We were part of a Pentecostal church, where giving words of knowledge in voices that roared as if having to make their way from the Heavens themselves were common place. God didn't speak to me that way. It was never taught directly, that this was the only manner that God spoke, but to the one who didn't receive Him that way, the message was whispered to me, if only by my own insecurities.
As we prayed that winter morning, I felt a nudge. A something that most certainly was not me. I was supposed to tell her something. Encourage her. But I had no idea what.
I walked her out that morning, down the cement steps to the driveway. There was a light covering of snow, but the sun was shining warm that week and it was melting off, leaving bits of earth showing beneath its white blanket.
That's when I saw it. Outside of our garden, lined with bricks, were small bunches of crocuses, peeking out from the snow. January. Winter. Yet underneath the snow life was budding. Blossoming. I felt a fire in my belly.
"Hey. I just feel like I am supposed to tell you that even though this season of your life feels hard and lifeless, that God is doing something that you can't see yet. There is life and it's already forming. It's already there. It's peeking out."
January is deceiving. It is full of dark days that leave me wondering if the sun has left, has abandoned Chicago for a more exotic locale, and if it will ever return. The darkness wraps around my soul, choking the hope out of my heart. The days feel so long.
But the crocus reminds me that the sun hasn't left. It hasn't abandoned me. There are new things going on underneath, in the places I can't see. A new season is coming.
Today I hear a whisper....
But forget all that -it is nothing compared to what I am going to do.
For I am about to do something new.
See, I have already begun! Do you not see it?I will make a pathway through the wilderness.I will create rivers in the dry wasteland.The wild animals in the fields will thank me,the jackals and owls, too,for giving them water in the desert.Yes, I will make rivers in the dry wastelandso my chosen people can be refreshed.
Isaiah 43: 18-20, NLT
This season in my life is about shedding the old. Walking away from the past. Not letting my failures and disappointments define me. Remembering that I have not been abandoned, but that my perspective does not allow me to see what is already shifting. For I am about to do something new. See, I have already begun! Do you not see it?
Each morning when I wake I have a bit more hope. And I feel a bit of that fire in my belly that used to be there. I see the glory dance around me. The beauty of design and purpose and plan and partnering. My spirit is lighter and the air is crisp here. And the sun shines warm on my face.
The crocuses are blooming.
On Thursdays we gather together to celebrate redemption. I'm so excited to be a part of this team! Want to join?
- Link up a post (old or new) that relates to this week's prompt: ENCOURAGE
- Put the "Imperfect Prose" button at the bottom of your post, so others can find there way there
- Read each other's posts and ENCOURAGE them