Obscurity marks journeys of the faithful.
Not planned, necessarily.
Or wanted.
But purposeful in the work and way of the Lord.
Obscurity marks journeys of the faithful.
Not planned, necessarily.
Or wanted.
But purposeful in the work and way of the Lord.
Morning exercise at sunrise. Walking at a fast clip, tuned in to a podcast. Suddenly, there it is. Fragrance.
Distinct. Sweet. I don’t even have to look.
Honeysuckle.
Stopping, I turn and see. Down the the slope. A riot of honeysuckle blooms. Taking over the thicket.
The look on her face is one of awe. Sheer wonder.
“It is hard to imagine,” she says. “I never dreamed God could be like that.”
I am watching mystery revealed. A startling front row view of how He works.