This is a story about asking "how long?", and then waiting... waiting for something to happen. For someone to come.
Do you have the freedom to say, like Simeon, “Now I can depart in peace”?
All day I thought about this simple but momentous dream.
"Mark the perfect man, and behold the upright: for the end of that man is peace." - Psalms 37:37
Each of us makes a great difference.
Is it possible that the Century Plant is a type for our faith and relationship with God? For certainly it bloomed out of adversity, established within perseverance, like the cymatic label I keep on the pitcher I filter my already-distilled water through, to be sure that the water in my cells are fueled as purely as can be.
Amen to this. All of it. I had a vision during it of my own aborted child comforting me in Heaven. It is very hard to know one could have been a more Godly, obedient parent, and see one's children lost. This is what prayer is for: God answers. All agendas and narratives hide truth, but soon every knee will bow. One needs to wake up and meet Jesus now, before it is too late.
One day we’ll be together in heaven. I love you very much.