Let God Arise

It usually takes a day. It is a work of grace in progress. It begins early in the day in despair, depression. The day ensues and grace has its way. There is a process of post and purge, post and purge. One begins to feel the pull from despair and repents of sharing nothing but the depression. The pain slowly subsides and grace takes hold. By evening time, one then is looking to post the positive, the uplifting. It happens slowly. It is as manna. Usually good for the evening. As by morning, the sun rises and the manna is spoiled. Yesterday grace gone. It is true, His mercies as His great faithfulness is renewed daily.
It is never overwhelming or awe inspiring, transforming visibly. It is subtle, still, non-intrusive, but often sufficient, enough to get one through. Let God arise, let the enemy flee.
Thus in the bottom of the frame, the dragonfly. In the tips of the blades of grass, the escape.
You do not grow in grace by going at a break neck pace. We were not built for speed. We are of the slow, the plodding toward God, crawling on one knee at a time. Take courage. You are not alone in the
field strewn with the fire weed.