Seasons Change

                  Just when I'm sure I've lost my way,

                    been dried
                  cracked
              blistered
                                  beyond self recall,

      drained

                         

peeled back

hollowed out

fallen...

...It's then

                  that tiny drops

of

rain

        begin

to

fall,

                                     and each one

                                spreads

                                         like salve

                        on weary and broken,

            and they begin to fill the cup which I had forgotten to fill,

                                                   shattered in the wreckage and rush

                                                           ...and a little light begins to shine
                                                  strong and gentle,
                                                               searching,
                                                                          and darkness fades

and healing glows warm and soft

and transformation begins

                            I lay paralyzed,

amazed,

Here He finds me once more

I stand, transformed,
      new...

watered

 defended

                                   Repurposed

     reinvented

                                                     Redirected

                                      

Redeemed.

"But blessed is the man who trusts in the Lord,

whose confidence is in Him. 

He will be like a tree planted by the water

that sends out its roots by the stream.

It does not fear when heat comes;

its leaves are always green.

It has no worries in a year of drought

and never fails to bear fruit."