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Monday, 6 June 2022

The Space Between

 

The space between.

Listening to my morning devotional app, my gaze wandered to the space between a wildflower (some people might call it a weed) and a leafy branch of a cultivated bush. The field beyond displays stripes left by the sileage cutter: rows of Kelly-green grass between rows of golden stubble. The stubble might be seen as ‘the space between’, but in fact it is no doubt teeming with life suddenly exposed to wind and sun. It is also, in itself, potential for renewed growth and vibrancy.

We’ve just returned from a funeral – the one we thought we were going to last Monday. So sad for this talented woman to have died so young. Now what is left for the family, but the space between. The space between sharing life with their wife and mother, and doing life on their own. The space between the shadow-life we live on earth, and the eternal life we will enjoy in heaven.

Yet the space between is a place of potential and hope. It is not a wasteland of broken dreams. The potential and hope are fed by the prayers, lives and examples of those who have gone before.

May I recognise and embrace the space between in my own life today. May the God of hope fill us all with joy and expectation as we trust in Jesus today, in the space between.

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