untangling the web

I am creating something new. There it is! Do you see it? I have put roads in deserts, streams in thirsty lands.

(Isaiah 43:19)            

I love the idea of God making everything new, except that I’m learning that ‘new’ quite often comes with birthing pains. New will mean change, and change is not always as we imagined through rosy-tinted spectacles. But, being born of God, it is still good. It just might be a hard lesson to learn.

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A new season, they said.

A time for new beginnings, fresh visions, new experiences,

a time to seize the day,

a time to put the past behind, with its disappointments and problems,

to give closure to jobs well done   

and hand the baton on for other tasks.

                                                                                                                                  So I walked into the new

with head held high and full of trust.

Looking forward to what the future held.

Surely the future could only hold more of God?

But they didn’t tell me

the new season was winter.

It was cold and dark.

It was sick and stagnant.

It was friendless and fearsome,

joyless and pale.

Then slowly, without hurry the sun shone –

weakly at first, then with more power

and spring awoke:

flashes of colour peeping through the earth,

new animals birthed with tottery legs,

baby birds emerging from their nests.