The farmers still can’t plant.
The earth struggles to swallow all the sky continues to deliver.
And I think how sometimes it seems to take forever for me to soak up all that God pours in before I notice any kind of growth.
The air hangs heavy with the scent of lilacs.
I can’t walk in this weather, so I decide to take a drive to see if I can see the familiar through new eyes.
Come along with me over to The Barn Door where I’m guest posting today about how I see hope even in the broken and the rundown.
God brings death and God brings life,
brings down to the grave and raises up.
God brings poverty and God brings wealth;
he lowers, he also lifts up.
He puts poor people on their feet again;
he rekindles burned-out lives with fresh hope,
Restoring dignity and respect to their lives— a place in the sun!
For the very structures of earth are God’s;
he has laid out his operations on a firm foundation. ~1 Samuel 2:6-9 (Message)
