I see myself in their barrenness. I only long to see myself in their unabashed anticipation. Like children, they seem to know they will be clothed in beauty, cared for by the hands of a loving Father, and they wait, with arms stretched high, reaching out fingers to grasp the Divine.
And my soul knows her Shepherd in these woods, made to rest in green, led over a bridge of quiet waters, a breath of restoration in the valley of the shadow.
Linking up with Heather over here at Just Write.