Seasons

There is a time for everything. There are no accidents.

Time is funny,

not that it sets out to construct a rhyme with humorous results…

…but it is capricious in its delivery of sage devices, plans, instructions…

 

…for without “our” requisition or desire these “instructions” arrive.

Their timing seems to be of no consequence in the moment but…

…after the flames die down and the cinders are sifted, we will find the seed of the crucible…

 

Healing in time, dear brother, will come… and you will heal…this has been marked on the calendar of your life.

 

It has not been an accident because God was not asleep.  He knew these days would come and He is here.  In His arms you are destined for rest and resolve.

 

Be His son today.  His hands will bear your tears and not forget.

 

I will not forget either.