Thursday, May 6, 2010

My dearest God,

My iris are coming out; they stand tall, all yellow and purple. They are beautiful.

Does everything know its time, O Lord? Is your mysterious plan unfolding each day? Like the iris, the trees bud and green, the flowers break through the earth and move heavenward and the grass turns lush and emerald. Although I have lived long enough to know nature's course, I am still awestruck by the timing, the obedience and the beauty of your creation.

Nature turns me toward you; it teaches me, guides me and lifts me heavenward. Such a process then makes me think of human development, how the soul knows its time, its call and response. Faith starts as a teeny seed in the human soul and then like nature's bouquet, it blossoms and blooms. At times it wilts and looks bedraggled like maybe it won't make it. But then you rain living water upon it and it lifts its weary head as if to sing your praise.

May everything
that happens
be a cause
for me
to turn
toward you,
Loving Father.
May my thoughts
always be
of you,
your goodness,
your love,
your power
and gentle nature.
May I automatically
pop up
when I've
been down
like nature's creation.

Love, Andrea