Saturday, April 26, 2008

My dearest God,

I practically laid on the ground trying to capture the awesome beauty of a majestic pink and red tulip, a purple and white pansy, a yellow miniature daffodil. The flowers are gorgeous this year. The pinks and purples, the yellows and whites, the reds and pinks stand out among the green grass and trees. They stand tall in all their radiant beauty. It's as though they have waited for a long time to rise up, to open their delicate petals to the glorious sun, to their majestic Creator. And as the breeze blows upon them, they go with the flow, allowing the wind to make them dance.

It is springtime, the moment in history when all things come to life again. Everything that was hidden beneath the soil has broken through the crusty ground ready to show their stuff, to offer themselves as a sign of your creative power.

I love this season so full of life. I love each surprise that rises up. I acknowledge once again that you make all things new. The tired stems and petals of autumn have fallen away to make room for the new. Spring is singing and dancing new life.

God of the refreshing new,
I sit at the base
of your operations,
smiling at the flowers.
I watch them open,
allowing their petals
to be wide,
vulnerable, fragile,
yet courageous
to do what
they have been designed
to do.
They cause me
to give praise,
to sing and dance myself.
I too am experiencing
spring's renewing power.
When I enjoy
the beauty of your spirit
all around me,
I too want
to sing and dance.
I want
the wind of your spirit
to blow upon me too.
I want to be flexible,
allowing you to move me
in any direction.
Let me be as trusting
as the delicate flowers.

Loving you always, Andrea