Sunday, February 3, 2013
"Every new day begins at midnight." - Jason Upton
I've been kind of quiet here lately. Lots has been going on with my family...with me.
Do you ever have those times when you feel like a cat chasing its tail? Like you're grasping for something elusive, something just out of reach?
Or maybe like a hamster in its wheel, wearing out the same worn path, spinning but not getting anywhere?
It's so easy to get discouraged when we don't see visible change -- like waiting for spring after the calendar has changed to March 21...or peering out at a seemingly empty garden just after seeds have been planted.
There are times it can be so easy to look at the world, our tangible surroundings right front of us and believe nothing's going to change.
But I love to think of midnight -- the clock turning over in pitch darkness. A new day comes but takes time to look like anything different than the dark hours that have just passed. I love to think of the seed sprouting...the glorious transformation from caterpillar to butterfly, while still in the cocoon.
Sometimes we must remember these things. We must remember that some of the most glorious gifts awaiting us could be right there, so close, still hidden until just the right time. At some point, the sun will rise. And we will see.