Maybe, like mine, it’s full of holes.
Areas of unfulfilled plans, uncertainty, pain and turmoil sit side by side with love, laughter and joy from above.
And those messed up places look like empty, wasted spaces in what could be a full and flourishing patch.
Garden grown crazy, weed-ridden. Can’t see the wood for the trees.
Only.. Light has a way of seeping through, turning fallowed into hallowed ground.
Bringing beauty out of ashes. Joy from despair.
Grace-occupied space is never wasted.
Here lies hope, potential, holy ground.
New life to come from the old.
A making way for growth and harvest in due time.
Let’s see it and believe it. Trust our days and ways to God.
Look for colour and brightness in the darkest of spaces.
See its fronds filtering through. Realise there is purpose in the midst of pain. New life is springing forth.
Promise poking through those holey places, held fast by the glue of His grace.
Bringing transformation, change and healing.