We took the old familiar road the other day. We traveled with overcast skies and sage brush. We traveled through sorrow and a pensive spirit.
The way was familiar, as I had gone this way some one hundred times, or more before. But now the trail was colored with deep thoughts and melancholy.
For the one who gave me birth was not herself; and we didn’t know the outcome, nor what the end would hold.
But as always, a rest stop was needed to break-up the hours of pavement and travel. And yet, brooding thoughts were still nearby and close at hand.
And then into the old familiar burg we came. The cobbled streets would soon welcome us, but a detour we had to take. A welcome home was not to be seen, for its walls didn’t inhabit the one we came to see.
So an unfamiliar place where travelers came and stayed the night was our abode. And here we stayed not one, but two nights. But in the distance, we knew where she stayed, resting and waiting for our arrival.
And memories all come flooding in you know; of the distant and not-to-distant past – when days were brighter, and the sun came to welcome us with its gentle touch. But now, the wind seemed to echo another sound, and it spoke of all of our humanity, as the clock ticked out its hours.
We can’t hold on to the ones we love, and keep them safely tucked away in our annals of the past. And yet, our memories hold treasured thoughts, of joy and love.
Time creeps up on us you know. She waits for no man, and yet, it seems that mercy is absent in her hands, but she is yet a minister of what is everlasting.
God holds each of us in his hands, and yet time continues on. It stops for no one, young or old. All are at her mercy, and each one awaits his accounted hour.
~ Stephen Hanson
Stephen Hanson of In His Truth Ministries came to the LORD is a special way in 1975 and has been prophesying regularly since. In these end-time birthing pangs we are to be reminded that judgment must first begin with the household of God. Will we be prepared and ready?