Across the way the man who made my latte today sits alone on a miniature brick wall. I wonder what his story is. I could ask. But with him I prefer to wonder.
The leaves of the tree outside my window shiver. I have a feeling they want to dance. I want to dance. With the leaves of the tree. And sing. And be ridiculous. And not care that I am. Because of the splendor of the Music.
Let the fields be jubilant, and everything in them;
let all the trees of the forest sing for joy.
It is 12:56. I wait. I am seeing a movie later. Waiting is sweet. I get restless when there is nothing to look forward to.
I wait for the movie. I wait for the new year. I wait for the new creation.
While I wait, He prepares.
A place for me...
He prepares me...
a heart still seeking to prove its worth...to accomplish a victory on the ground of defeat.
I am not yet fit for His place. But soon.
Let all creation rejoice before the LORD, for he comes,
he comes to judge the earth.
He will judge the world in righteousness
and the peoples with His truth.
he comes to judge the earth.
He will judge the world in righteousness
and the peoples with His truth.
TRUTH: One day the trees WILL sing.
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