Re-emergence
It’s been a while.
Smoke and ashes waft through valley. I walk through these woods where we have met for years. I see the last remaining cinders breaking off trees that are now little more than black narrow skeletons crumbling in the wind. The last remnants of heat and embers burn away. I cough. I begin to fear. It has been a while since we met here and now the forest is gone. Have I lost my chance? Is He gone from this place? Have I left it alone for too long?
No.
He meets me on the other side and takes my hand. He walks with me to the cliff edge where we’ve sat before, where He has told me many things and encouraged me, often inspired me. I ask about the burning trees and devastation.He puts his hands on my shoulders and says simply:
“The past is gone and all that went with it: the doubt, the fear,
the loneliness, the hope deferred…”
He points. In the distance, I see the shape of a city rising out of the haze. When I look back, He hands me a baby girl wrapped in white linen. I start to question but He doesn’t want to answer. He kisses my forehead and starts to walk off.
I call out to him: “What about my writing. I feel like I am fighting against a barrier. When will a breakthrough come in my career? “
He draws a TV in the air and drops it at my feet. On the TV screen is written, scrolling… “soon”
I stand in this firey haze holding the baby and looking between the burnt trees and the city feeling like some kind of a mystical warrior, and very strange.
For a long while now I have been in mourning for my faith, a result of many changes, a new relationship, and starting from scratch. But in the past month I have discovered a renewed joy in the power of prayer, a wholeness in my relationship with my future husband and new friends in England, as well as an awakening and awareness of a new season about to begin. I don’t know what this entails but one thing is for certain.
It’s going to be new. And it’s going to be bold.
I’ll keep you posted.
