Monday, February 13, 2012

The words have been slow coming

It has been a fruitful winter.

I'm seeing now, spring popping up, all over lawns in our little seaside village. The air is less shockingly chilled, and things are warming, surely and gently.

I have close been working, for almost a year, as navigator of a growing ministry that's been a challenge and salve to my heart both.

A challenge because of what I've been learning, and unlearning. Learning grace, unlearning self-sufficiency. Learning trust, unlearning fear. Learning faith, unlearning unbelief.

And a salve because somehow, loving and being loved by children has been His way of showing me that my story is significant and won't return to Him void.

“As the heavens are higher than the earth,
so are my ways higher than your ways
and my thoughts than your thoughts.
 As the rain and the snow
   come down from heaven,
and do not return to it
   without watering the earth
and making it bud and flourish,
   so that it yields seed for the sower and bread for the eater,  
so is my word that goes out from my mouth:
   It will not return to me empty,
but will accomplish what I desire
   and achieve the purpose for which I sent it."
{Isaiah 55:9-11 NIV}

And so it feels a bit like spring is blooming inside of me as much as outside.