This wilted one bloom rose met me as I waited patiently.
Were they coming? Was I wrong?
Did they decide against meeting?
Would I be wounded by naivety again?
Not a soul in sight, I spotted this rose and I knew all was well.
All will be well.
A wilted and woeful rose, dry from drought.
I call it “noticing God” because that’s what it is.
I’m noticed by God.
Trust is near. Patience is the way.
Peace is God’s purpose.
The peace found in waiting, artwork exchanged, words of faith shared, eyes met in conversation, bright in our individual and yet the very same hope.
“For I know the plans I have for you, declares the Lord, plans for welfare and not for evil, to give you a future and a hope.”
Jeremiah 29:11 ESV
Continue and believe.
Our God is faithful.