My husband and I always start our day out rocking on the front porch together. One morning last week during our Porch Party, I tucked the red fleece blanket around me and glanced at a particular tree near our house.
The scraggly tree looked like how I felt. Its bare limbs desperately reached toward heaven.
Kind of like me.
I’d been praying about several situations and nothing seemed to be changing.
Where are you God? Hello? Do you see me down here?
Two days later, we were driving down a street near our house. To my left and right, I spotted the first sweet promise of spring–new life blooming in our neighbor’s Bradford pear trees!
Right now, I’m staring out my loft window.
The same tree in my front yard still looks pretty hopeless.
From where I sit.
But when I look closely at the picture of it, through eyes of faith, I can barely see the faint outline of tiny buds beginning to form.
I guess they were there even in January. Sitting tight. Waiting on just the right time.
Maybe it’s a good thing some trees bloom a little earlier than others.
And some trees surprise us and dress in their finest later in the season.
A few of you have asked for prayer.
I’m praying.
May His answers arrive in His perfect timing, and bring Him glory.
Love,
Julie
