Thursday, July 26, 2018

Interlude



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The Tristan Chord of our lives
In tremulous tension

Craving,
Reaching,
 Longing for resolution,

Rest

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"For the vision is yet for an appointed time, but at the end it shall speak, and not lie: though it tarry, wait for it; because it will surely come."
-Habakkuk 2:3

1 comment:

Jennifer Richardson said...

Hello friend:) So good to be here again.
When I saw your posted photo, even before I read your lovely words, I was reminded that this position of outstretched hand is what I've learned to do as a gardener when my hands are weary and cramped from pruning or pulling weeds. It's a gardener's stretch.

And I cannot overlook the fruit to come...the seeds of something good growing already when the hand feels as if there is no more. Like it's all too hard and for nothing.

I believe you're in a season of pruning and stretching....that the dry bones are still silent but there is life surging around inside where you can't see yet.

Something wonderful is happening. Don't lose heart. This will be beautiful, friend:)

Love to you, Elizabeth, in all the dry places,
Jennifer