The grace of a new day, ’tis sweet. Day follows night and the world keeps on turning.
The wind blows the tall branches of naked trees, them in waiting for newness and life to rebirth.
I wait with them.
The faithfulness of God astounds me. Words on a page from One too awesome for words, speaking love in the loneliness, peace in distress, assurance in faintness, and strength in the struggle. Praise exhales as breath.
Words that aim at my heart like an arrow sent from a sure bow, my spirit latching on to eternal certainty.
Cold winds threaten and taunt me with, “You are hopelessly lost in winter.” But the Word that spilled into fertile heart soil heart says otherwise. The promise of spring and renewal casts down the imaginations of my enemy; anticipation, faith energizes me.
“May the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace as you trust in him, so that you may overflow with hope by the power of the Holy Spirit.“