After a rather comfortable season where grace showed us favour rarely experienced, it comes as a shock that we’re thrust into a season deprived of certain things we began to take for granted. This ‘dry’ season deludes our hope. Our patience is being tested for growth. And grow we will. Job did. We can too.
The pieces of the puzzle,
Strange as it seems,
Are not here to muzzle,
Or disparage our dreams.
Those pieces play their part,
Yes, strange to suppose,
Creating another start,
Transforming these woes.
Wait for the seasons to change,
Be patient and let anger cease,
If only we’ll allow God to arrange,
Then, eventually, peace.
© 2011 S. J. Wickham.
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