A friend has been sharing the continuous bursting forth of her garden roses despite winter, despite December.
We had our first frost. In Carolina, the southern one, that’s a thing. Although not so much a notable date because of all the other incessant tracking of things.
I walked out to see this bud hoping to open and was awed by its beauty, the tightly wrapped gift of a bright bloom, the tender thorns still soft and not to be avoided.
Look at this, I thought. Growth happens when it’s supposed to.
I listened for a minute longer, snapped a photo.
Not for us to know our triumphant season, only to wait to see it in our becoming or to accept the peace to know that our time has already come and we can either simply remember it
or perhaps, it’s actually now.
Be at peace.
Continue and believe.
“Let this hope burst forth within you, releasing a continual joy. Don’t give up in a time of trouble, but commune with God at all times.”
Romans 12:12 TPT