over my head
a mysterious forecast hangs in the balance
uncommitted to rain or sun
plagued with a loss of vibrancy
dull, heavy, and fixed
beyond my reach.
Then I remember,
my captain orders the seasons
He quiets my spirit and takes me
where peace abounds…
among the barren and stunted blades.
Dear Readers, I am writing to you from the “Sunshine State,” only the sun seems to have disappeared. In these bleak January days, may you sense God’s love for you in spite of the weather. Remember, He is always in control.
Inspired by: “He speaks to the sun and it does not shine: he seals off the light of the stars.” Job 9:7 NIV
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