We’ve been suspended between what was and what may be.
A year in and it appears the end is not yet in sight.
Much has been stripped bare; much lost.
We are ready for renewal; a reason to hope.
Nature is singing a song orchestrated by God.
Color is showing up in bold splashes begging for our attention.
Will we look on hesitantly or embrace the promise?
Can we have faith that God never forsakes us; trust his plan?
We can’t survive in limbo; we can’t shelter forever.
We have to begin living. Again.
Quiet ourselves and listen.
Do you hear?
Life is stirring.
Hope resides here.
Hoping in Grace,