Good things come to those who wait.
Just like this white Easter lily…
Though I already know how beautifully bloomed it be,
I await its complete opening, faithfully.
All in its own time;
It cannot be rushed.
It opens in silence.
In stillness.
Slowly……..but surely.
I am waiting for Jesus,
like I wait for this pure white lily to bloom.
In silence,
In stillness, I wait.
Jesus will rise from the dead in the morning,
just like the surety of the rising sun.
Son.
sun.
How beautiful my world will be again…
My life,
My meaning,
My purpose.
But,
It is not time…yet.
And so I wait.
Faithfully,
I wait.
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