Sow righteousness for yourselves, reap the fruit of unfailing love, and break up your unplowed ground; for it is time to seek the LORD, until he comes and showers his righteousness on you. Hosea 10:12
June – she’s come too fast for me and as always I’m never quite ready for the cold – no wood for the fire got yet and already she’s gone and turned up a few surprises and the grounds feeling a bit shaky under my feet. But – – – I’m welcoming her anyway.
Embracing June with open arms as friend not foe – looking for what joy can be created, what good can be done and what opportunities God brings, because – – – God’s goodness and mercy follows me and mine over mountain and through valley and round every curve in the road I didn’t see coming.
God with me in this moment be it fair weather or foul, whether the view from here looks exactly how I thought it would or not.
And there is this.
I’ve had this inkling to clean out the cupboards, knock down the cobwebs, clear out the corners and make room for something new – a spring clean I guess three months early or six months late. Either way the time seems right.
I want to paint something as well – freshen things up – turn winter on end and bring some warmth, colour and light in. A reaction maybe to the creeping in cold – a reaction to circumstance that would darken my door and put a chill in my bones if I let them.
Time to light a fire.
Time to fan the flame.
Time to call things to life.
To throw joy at the cold.
A time to warm my table with good soup and good company.
Winter – it need not be the season when nothing grows or blooms.
It need not be a time of drawing back and hunkering down.
A time maybe to break up the barren looking ground and see what grows.
In the small of our everyday or on the landscape of our year.
In the morning sow your seed, and at evening withhold not your hand, for you do not know which will prosper, this or that, or whether both alike will be good. Ecclesiastes 11:6
A time to make room – for a new thing; a different answer; a fresh opportunity.
For God.
Even in our winter – what harvest might we reap by the spring?
Have a beautiful day.
Lv Tracey xx