by Sheila Jackson

maxjackson@14238@comcast.net 

There is a time in which everything grows.

A rose just doesn’t bud it has a process in which to begin.

A seed doesn’t instantly grow a leaf which is green; it matures in "the space in between."

The space in between is a special phase that is personal where man cannot invade.

It is where the Creator takes His time to mold and shape His clay.

It is a place that is deep and where no eyes can go, but something is still being made where the sun casts no shadows.

The space in between is the inner most peaceful part of the process of life.

There’s no one to peek inside and criticize the wrongs or rights.

It just stays and grows while we sleep.

It finds comfort while the cares of life may cause us to weep.

It is confined until its set time.

Whether it sits, lies, or is planted really deep, life grows constantly in the space in between.

We anticipate the beginnings and look forward to the ends, but what lies in the middle, no man can understand.

How nothing can be made into something;

How a solid could have been formed from a liquid;

How one can be clothed, yet in God’s eye still be naked;

That space in between is God’s secret.

Where He sits and traces out all the details with one etch of His mighty finger.

There is a space in between everything.

It’s like we miss out on the developing, because that portion is being held to display God’s awesome glory.

Copyright Sheila Jackson