One evening as I lingered in God’s presence during a worship gathering, looking to see what God was like and what He was doing, a scene began to fill my imagination. Something so beautiful and mysterious unfolded that I’ve kept it close for a long while. Could I share it with you now?
Consider David: for 25 years he held on to the hope that God would establish his kingship. Many of those years were spent running for his life - even to the point of living in a cave. So what did David do to survive, even thrive, in such dark times? How did he hold on? If you've ever felt like a cave-dweller, this is for you.
Walking into preschool one particularly stressful morning, my daughter said, "You know trees grow their roots underground, just like diamonds grow down deep underground!" The moment I got back in the car I wrote this poem to remember the truth: in the face of strain, stress and the weight of life, we can have hope! For when they press in, something beautiful is being formed.