Sometimes I get so caught up in my own little world, my own pain, my own questions and doubts and fears that I lose sight that God is ruler over all the earth. When he stretches beauty like a canvas across the cold January sky, I look up and remember who created me, who stretched out the heavens, who is really in charge, and my heart can rest for that moment in wonder.
Qavah means to wait. It is also to hope, expect, or look eagerly for.
Qavah means we are to live each day like little children with our faces pressed up against the glass, straining our eyes down the street for the first glimpse of our Father coming home.
As I wait for God to remove my pain, I realize he is actually at work in it. This blog is the artwork of his love, tenderly revealing to me new lessons in how to wait, how to walk in love, and how to trust him even when life is devastatingly difficult and doesn't make sense.