as the Winter days approach i am reminded of the seeds we sow in the hard ground and water with tears…all the while looking for joy in the reaping.
it’s a season of waiting. hope. expectancy. we are on the look out for the good, the beautiful… a miracle.
for the “not enough” to become “enough”.
for the broken things to become whole.
our hearts so badly want to see it and believe and know that Jesus pierced through time and space to be present with us…our Emmanuel. that His coming made all the difference, even in the here and now.
the sparkling lights and joyous strains of music can cut deep when life feels stark.
but He whispers…keep hoping. even when all feels lost, and we stand with empty fists…
He says I am enough.
I came to fulfill every promise. so we wait
for a job, for a diagnosis, for a remedy, for…
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