Snow.
My dearest Barren, The first day of spring has come and gone for nearly a month. Here in rural northern Indiana, it's snowing. Yes. Snowing. It's unusual in the least, even for us who are used to winter clinging to every chilled day. I won't mention how gardening will probably be delayed because of winter's act of defiance. Now I say all this due to a revelation of sorts I had. Psalm 39:7 And now, Lord, what wait I for? my hope is in thee. Among my personal struggles lately, I feel anxious, unsettled, and just unsatisfied. It's like all I am doing is waiting for nothing. Much like my newlywed years of trying to have our first child. Waiting and waiting; only to be disappointed yet again or worse to have the hope of a child only to loose the baby early on. This morning God answered a prayer I have had for a couple weeks. His answer was not an easy one. Wait. Wait? Wait for what? How will I know the wait is over? What happens if I miss it? 'No'