Not Yet

A week ago ushered in Day light Savings time but did not Spring. The sun shines grey through cloudy days. Mushy yellow brown grass is exposed without covering of snow. Not winter but not spring.

Not yet.

I brought in cuttings from the forcynthia tree and "forced" the branches to bloom early by soaking them in water and the warm air. There are beautiful yellow blooms inside but it is fake against the brey (brown-grey) outdoors. It isn't time yet.

Not yet.

I am working on the book proposal to end poverty it is close but not done yet.

Three babies have died in the last month at church. It just seems so wrong. One day babies won't die anymore.

Not yet.

I am still haunted by the fact that every 5 seconds a child dies of hunger. The world isn't right. We at Compassion reached the 1,000,000th child sponsor mark but there are still more to reach. Someday no child will go hungry.

Not yet.

There are people in my life that don't get along. It shouldn't be. Reconciliation is sweet but not for now.

Not yet.

A good friend is awaiting her baby to come into the world. Her pregnant body is sick but it isn't time.

Not yet.

Easter is coming early this year. It is my favorite holiday. Because no matter the suffering here, Jesus suffered and defeated death. And in the melodies of our lives there is a waiting a yearning for someday. We are waiting for someday when Jesus returns and makes it all right.

As I am waiting for the blooms outside to open. We are all waiting ...