February.... every day just a bit longer, sometimes warmer, or not. It has always done that. Those milky so-called sunny days as often as not turn into a snowstorm. It thinks about Spring but changes its mind.My transition comes too.
Indecision clouds the day, longing warms the ground until freezing fears chase all indoors to forget once more, and to wait for more signs of change.
Faith waits too in the transition from want to walk. It accepts the pace prepared by a much wiser loving Lord who knows our slowness to move out at the faint prompting.
We need the fickle February as much as the earth. The rest, the consideration of all that marches next needs make soul space for faith's growth.
Growth happens silently in the covered places
Growth transforms unseen over days and weeks of transition.
When the Lord takes hold at last,
it flowers forth to complete life at His touch.
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