My Father often speaks to me in acronyms. For this season, With All, I Trust.
Daily, sometimes hourly, I've cried out to God. The burden of the wait, and the trusting in the wait, has been heavy. Tears have come when words wouldn't. It's been a season of glimpses, of being upheld by believing God is faithful even when I wasn't quite sure I believed.
In the past few weeks, my body has tensed in anticipation of His arrival.
Today, at last, He has come. The map of our future in his nail-scarred hands, unfurled past "You are Here".
It's time to move.
It will be said on that day,
"Behold, this is our God; we have waited for him, that he might save us.
This is the LORD; we have waited for him;
let us be glad and rejoice in his salvation."
~Isaiah 25:9 (ESV)