She drove a long way to enjoy God’s grandeur. There is something spiritual about staring at the massive mountains He carved by cupping the stone together in His palms and the winding valleys He swept out with a finger.
You can imagine her disappointment as she settled in that morning only to be greeted by a wall of clouds.
“They’re blocking my view,” she thought.
She sat in silence until the Whisperer came:
“Sometimes,” He said, “I have to block the view of what’s ahead, so you will focus on what is in front of you. There are blessings for you in the present. Now. Looker closer. What do you see?”
She examined the landscape nearby unimpressed by its brown and muted colors. He knew it was a stark contrast from where she came. There, the trees were starting to fill out, and the flowers were blooming. Spring had already sprung.
Yet, Spring seemed far away in this place. All she could see was dead grass, barren bushes, and bare trees.
“Spring isn’t in this place, because it isn’t time,” the Whisperer whispered. “Where you live it is warmer, and the sun shines brighter, but the edges of Winter linger here. If the trees were to get their leaves and the flowers their blooms, they wouldn’t be able to withstand the harshness. The beauty would be fleeting. You see, My timing is perfect and considers all things.”
Humbled by Wisdom, she cried, as she pictured the far away dreams she wanted so desperately. Just as God waits to resurrect the flowers in Spring, so He restores only when the environment can support the beauty He has planned.
She sat again amidst the silence.
The Whisperer waved His hand and, suddenly, four white-tail deer bounded down the steep slope beneath her. She gasped at their beauty and grace.
A smile crept across the Whispers face, “Had you been looking at the horizon, you would’ve missed them.”
Fifty-Two Days