I look back, and I’ve grown this year. Not in any way I anticipated. I’ve grown in ways I had long since ruled out as impossibilities. Yet, other things I hoped would happen haven’t, regardless of how hard I try. More growth. It’s the type only pruning provides.
The seasons are turning whether I like it or not. My heart has a desperate need for stability. So grateful I can take cover in the One who is the same yesterday, today, and forever.
Let us know, let us press on to know the LORD;
His going out is as sure as the dawn;
He will come to us as the showers;
as the spring rains that water the earth.