It Will Come

Gregg and I walked along the Willamette River in Portland this weekend. I needed to break out.  So.  We did.

Only, God.

Taking a breath of fresh air is miraculously healing.

Thank you God.

The background of the outdoors came to the forefront, lending perspective to it all.  In the starkness of winter reality, the “not-yet” of spring could barely be seen.


It’s there.

Spring will come.

Healing is often like the few buds appearing on the bareness of winter branches.  It’s coming.  It’s spoken into the “not-yet.”

A sign of spring on the bare branches.

It’s in God’s words:

See, I am doing a new thing!
    Now it springs up; do you not perceive it?
I am making a way in the wilderness
    and streams in the wasteland.  (Isaiah 43:19, NIV).  

Healing requires the decision to hope, believing God is doing a new thing in the dead of the winter of life.  The decision to hope while in the darkness of the season is never easy.  BUT.   Hope ignites an undeniable spark of joy within, giving pause to dream of what could be, bringing vision of the promised new.  This in itself is the beginning of the season of healing.  Just. wait. and. see.

There’s more to see.

I pray hope in the new of the not-yet will spark joy in this season of your life.  It will come–Kerrie

Written by Kerrie Carlisle Palmer © 2018 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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