Tomorrow October kisses Miami again. Or, some version of that given that this, in fact, Miami. But a girl can pretend.
As I write this, I’m sitting in my favorite spot at my favorite library in my favorite October sweater. I’m good at pretending. The moment, however, my feet step beyond the door to this haven of written worlds, realities fire will assault these bones once more. One can only pretend for so long.
At this point, I’ve shared a fair bit about what God was doing at this time last year, this time two years ago, and so on. So today I’m going to talk about His continual whisper over this next season.
“I am Yaweh, that is My name;
I will not give My glory to another
or My praise to idols.
The past events have indeed happened.
Now I declare new events;
I announce them to you before they occur.”
The past, beautiful as it was, was full of confusion, pain, rejoicing, hope, and mystery. This new season remains at times as hidden as autumn’s dawning in Florida. With both, however, for those who look, there are hints. A change in the wind. A few more leaves on the ground. Pumpkin patches being formed in the ninety-degree heat. Softer evenings with more frequent breezes. Thunder’s hymn. Likewise, the wind has changed spiritually, I feel. A few more friends around, this time deeper, with a common purpose. Peace in the midst of ministry’s chaos. Gentler setbacks with more permanent resolutions. Laughter’s rumble.
It’s time to rest. The work isn’t slowing down, nor will it ever. But it’s time to rest, to rejoice in the pockets between the chaos. Whatever pains remain, He has chosen for the sake of some future purpose. Everything is preparation for something else. The past is what it was, but things are about to change for the better. If you look, you’ll see it.
Until next time,