Time is an endless burden that grows heavier.
Longing and despair meet. Nothing.
Then, almost imperceptibly, a small tearing along the edges.
Something that can wait no more pushes toward the light.
As it pushes, the tear grows.
Color appears. Then more waiting.
The color grows, a form begins to take shape.
A glimpse of what is to come.
The waiting is over.
Beauty emerges from the hidden...the dark... the longing... the despair...the edges...the tear.
With a full heart I offer my thanks to God for
54. the waiting alone in the dark
55. the tearing along the edges
56. the painful pushing
57. the form that appears
58. the beauty that is revealed
59. the Christmas cactus that blooms in the dark of winter
60. contemplation
61. His strength in my weakness
62. unexpected gifts
63. unexpected joy
64. hidden life
65. simple things
5 comments:
No words. Just tears.
Amen
Just beautiful!
Wow. The pictures are gorgeous and capture the story so well of what God is doing with each of us. I really needed to be reminded today to be grateful of the tearing and the beauty that comes out of it. Thank you for this, and for your sweet note on my blog this morning. It is blessing my day.
Umm...promising that our pain is not in vain. So much to learn from God's creation if we just take time to ponder. Thanks for sharing!
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