The eleventh hour is a time of enchantment and wonder. It’s that time of life when so much seems to be crashing down around you, the darkest moment when you feel as if you can barely stand.
In these moments I look up, look past all that is crashing around me and wait with anticipation. I did not always do this. So many times I crumbled or ran for shelter. In doing so I missed the magic and the beauty of that eleventh hour.
Now as I wait on the Lord, my faith is growing and I am learning to wait for the miracles that occur during the eleventh hour. May my life be a testimony to the miracles that occur during this enchanting hour.