So dry. So lifeless it hangs there.
No movement for days, weeks. The first slick green fades, browns, withers a bit. To all appearances: dead.
You don't know, you just can't tell, until one morning, the blackest of them - the one we were sure wouldn't hatch anything but a wasp, if that - cracks open to show off velvety wings, brilliant with color, and a perfect black swallowtail flies away.
You just don't know, until that morning.
It all looks dead, hopeless, until that morning.
"...we are nothing, have nothing, can do nothing but sin." writes John Newton.
"And I am certain that God, who began the good work within you, will continue his work until it is finally finished on the day when Christ Jesus returns." Philippians 1:6
Sometimes the work is being continued silently, in hidden ways and in hidden places. Sometimes it all looks dead and lifeless. And only He knows ...
...until the day when Christ Jesus returns ...
... that's a long time to wait.
"Therefore lift your drooping hands and strengthen your weak knees," Hebrews 12:12
"Moses' arms soon became so tired he could no longer hold them up. So Aaron and Hur found a stone for him to sit on. Then they stood on each side of Moses, holding up his hands. So his hands held steady until sunset." Exodus 17:12
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