It is hard to believe that it was three months ago that my feet again found themselves treading American soil.
Three months.
One-fourth of a year.
Now I sit staring at feathery flakes falling from the sky willing the sun to shine and spring to arrive. I find myself waiting for this winter season to pass. It is beautiful but it is cold and gray.
It isn’t just winter outside, but in my own journey as well. Life still seems upside down and backwards, but it is only a season and God has been more than faithful.
My western mindset tells me that it is time to settle down, have a career but God continues to whisper, “Trust me. Wait.”
I move forward in the direction God has already spoken, planning a return to Ukraine. In the midst of these preparations I am waiting.
Waiting for the flowers to appear.
Waiting for the jubilant colors of spring.
Waiting… Hoping… Trusting… Believing…
Spring is coming.
