Springtime. The wildflowers are out in Texas.
Bluebonnets. Black-eyed Susans. Indian
Blanket. Crimson Clover. Indian Paintbrush.
Primrose. Skullcap. Bitterweed. Winecup.
brilliant stroke of the majesty of God, the canvas
of vivid colors peppers the highways throughout
Texas. As I have traveled the last few weeks,
I have savored the beauty of Spring blooms.
Journeys to different regions - Hill Country, North
Texas, East Texas, Coastal Texas - have offered up
eye candy around every twist and turn in the road.
shame the beauty is so fleeting. So much has
to occur throughout the previous year to enable the
blooms to happen: the conditions have to be just
right; fertile soil; sufficient rain at
gestationally important times; proper climate.
If any one need isn't met, we'll end up with a sorry
flower season. But when everything comes
together as it should, we have such breathtaking
color and variety. We wonder how we went the
entire year looking at the drab. And then, in
a moment, the flowers are gone and the mowers are
out. It's time to start over again.
guess we're no different than the flowers.
We're simply members of God's living creation, and I
suppose we go through seasons, too, spiritually
speaking. Our Master Creator is constantly
working on us... behind the scenes, underground,
year round. We gain our nourishment in
communion with Christ. We are watered by the
Living Water through baptism in Christ. But no
matter how much God provides for us in the gestation
of our becoming, still we must own up to our own
responsibilities in the transformation.
provide fertile soil and proper climate. Are
we sincerely open to God's plantings in our lives?
Are we filled with temperate love for ourselves and
one another, or do we harbor the extreme iciness of
hate or stifling heat of self-loathing? Only
when we receive and hear God's Word, and when we
carry forth God's commandment to love our neighbors
as ourselves (which is, of course a commandment
that, first, we love ourselves, and second, that we
love others as we love ourselves), will we find we
are able to bloom. In our full array, we wear
our colors of our individuality in God, while
projecting to the world the wonder and love and
benevolence of the Heavenly Gardener.
that we may be continually renewed in Christ, so
that we may always grow deeper in our faith and
understanding of our Father, we find ourselves at
times, being mowed and mulched. Even in the
trying times of our lives, the drab times, the
colorless and seemingly lifeless times, God is
there, working behind the scenes, and underground,
and within, providing us with all that we need to
weather the storms and bloom again.
Grace and peace
to you as you journey.
Yours in Christ,