Now is the time

Can you see it?
Do you even know it's there?
That tiny seed buried beneath the cold hard ground.
The seed of hope.
The seed of life, growth and fruit.
The seed containing a glimpse of God's glory.

All it needs is a little warmth,
a little encouragement to break out of its shell.
A little watering to soften up its hard casing.
The casing that has protected it from harm.
That has provided a tough exterior and kept it safe.

But now the time has come.
The time to break out and grow.
The time to choose life or death,
hope or despair.
To push through and grow,
or stay put and shrivel.

Can you feel it?
Can you feel the gentle warmth of heavenly breath?
The compassionate tears of a heavenly Saviour?
Longing for us to see.
Longing for us to hear.
Longing for us to know the embrace of God.

Now is the time.
The time to respond.
To recognise the One who calls us.
The One who knew us in the dark place before we were born.
The One who has always been beside us.
Watching as each layer of hardness and self-protection has grown around us.

Now IS the time.
The time to glimpse God's glory.
To respond to his presence.
To awaken to The Truth.
The truth that we are loved.
That we are acceptable.
That we are wanted and needed.

Now is the time
To allow him to nurture and heal,
To guide and protect,
To forgive and to free.
To break out, to breathe and to grow,
To bear the fruit of eternal life
To the glory of God.

Now is the time.
The time to say “yes” to God.


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