For everything there is a season.
We had a lovely, rainy, mild spring here in Texas.
Which makes for gorgeous flowers. I walked around our yard with my camera one evening to take pictures of the color. The result of a mild spring with lots of rain.
I've been reading Streams in the Desert lately. It's been tucked away for quite some time, but I dug it out, needing to hear that "God has made me fruitful in the land of my suffering." Genesis 41:52.
I have to be careful, because I can let my heart be so very ungrateful. And even a little bitter. And a lot jealous. These have always been my struggles, but especially when there's something out there I want that I can't have.
I want the outcome of my difficulties to look like these pictures, not dried up branches with nothing left to give.
These flowers are tangible evidence that rain can bring flowers.
I'm thankful that God has me. And those things that I want... He would give them to me if it were for my good.
Maybe His answer is wait. Maybe it's no. I'm not sure at this point.
But for everything there is a season.
And I want more than anything for the result of this season in my life to be fruit... love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, self-control.
I'll end this with words from one of my favorite hymns. We sang an arrangement of this in the choir when I was in college. The words meant something different to me then than they do now. I think it will always be one of my favorites.
- O Love that wilt not let me go,I rest my weary soul in thee;I give thee back the life I owe,That in thine ocean depths its flowMay richer, fuller be.
- O light that foll’west all my way,I yield my flick’ring torch to thee;My heart restores its borrowed ray,That in thy sunshine’s blaze its dayMay brighter, fairer be.
- O Joy that seekest me through pain,I cannot close my heart to thee;I trace the rainbow through the rain,And feel the promise is not vain,That morn shall tearless be.
- O Cross that liftest up my head,I dare not ask to fly from thee;I lay in dust life’s glory dead,And from the ground there blossoms redLife that shall endless be.