trusting in the waiting

progress is not pretty, piped frosting.

growth is not rehearsed ballets.

flowering is more like a rowboat with oars rubbing against its sides—the forward motion comes through friction.

another picture of this is the bow scraping against violin strings—the beautiful music coming through tension.

no one wants to watch a film without conflict. we all have housefire shipwrecks.
the question is, what do you do with them…allow the ruins to draw you to

surrender,

or harden your heart?

let’s take heart because the greatest beauty emerges from pitch dark cocoons.
so don’t waste your pit.

put your trust in the God who fills the clouds with water.

after all, the flowers won’t grow without downpour.

put your trust in God!

home is a blink away.