Entry Six

The heart cannot be asked to process a situation if the situation has not arisen...even if not yet. 

How I have asked my heart to feel before life has brought about the time to feel. How I have asked myself to embrace long before the need to let go.

Faith is not being perfectly prepared for any moment. Faith is trusting the One who will be there and provide for you when called.

Even when I feel the Spirit lead toward something, may I remember not to run ahead. 

I am to live in the presence of where God has me today. For I will not pass this way again.

Entry Five

Some seeds take longer to break up out of the soil for the first time. Even when every other pot of the same kind of plant has already made haste, there can be one starter pot that appears to remain only a dormant clump of dirt. 

Nothing growing. Nothing changing. The sight can make an impatient person want to plant more seeds to reap results. Yet what is needed is not necessarily more seeds, but more time. 

Time with the warmth of the sun upon the soil. Time to work from within the confines of the seed's hard cap. Time to not make the planter's time table but the One who made the seed to grow in the first place.

There are things in life that feel like watching a seed sprout. I have them in my life right now. And as I wait, I hear this voice deep down that encourages me to trust, do not doubt, do not give up. For what takes place below the surface may not be for your eyes today, but what you wait for is coming. 

The seedling will come forth. 

The leaves will form.

The stem will grow up strong. 

The bloom will take your breath away.

Some seeds take longer to break up out of the soil. But from what I have learned in gardening, they are worth the wait.

Entry Four

Have you ever felt a knowing in your spirit? A sense that what you were doing held partner to a bigger picture – a picture that was not the full reality of the moment but was coming?

Some dreams fall dormant when left untouched for long enough. They slip into the background. The song they sing softens to a whisper.

Then a moment happens. A knowing takes place. The Spirit inside calls that this is a piece of life’s story.

This happened Wednesday morning. I walked down the hallway in the lower level of the church I attend and my attention captured. A remembrance echoed as a smile crossed my face. I kept on to the path of the day, but bars of the old song in my memory took to a louder beat.

Entry Three

Hope

A word that gives a priceless freedom to the one who holds it. 

A word that finds foundational strength in the character and ability of the one hoped in to bring fulfillment. 

A word that must become more than a word – the very air breathed – to be willing to sacrifice for it.

Jesus Christ - my hope.