Showing posts with label God. Show all posts
Showing posts with label God. Show all posts

Saturday, March 2, 2013

Signs of Spring



 I went outside this morning to put sunflower seeds in our bird feeder, and I noticed several things. The huge evergreen tree far out in our back yard is full of grackles, chuckling, whistling, and rattling happily—and loudly.  The little white baby’s breath flowers are blooming beside the driveway and around the edge of our patio. The hot pinks and reds of the japonica (pictured above) and the lavender red bud trees are bursting out. The lilac bush and the rose of Sharon have tiny leaves.

Hooray, spring is coming!! Every year, just about the time we believe winter is a permanent condition, it goes away. Spring is a time of hope, a time when my heart, accustomed to gray cold, peers out the window and sees joyful green.

It is the season of Lent, the 40-day period leading up to Easter. I believe God chose the perfect timing for the resurrection of Jesus Christ, the ultimate symbol of hope and joy. But then, his timing is always perfect. Many people sacrifice something during Lent, to help their minds and spirits focus on Christ. This year, my sacrifice is to spend extra time in prayer, study, and writing about what it all means for my life.

Because of his death and resurrection, we have the hope of eternal life.  And also, because of his death and resurrection, we don’t to have to live in winter dreariness. Children usually accept his love much more readily than adults. We adults have had plenty of years to develop ideas about how undeserving we are and how impossible it is that God might love us. One of my uncles said, “God doesn’t like me. I’m too mean.” The thing is, we don’t have to deserve it; his love is a gift.

When we realize this and accept his unconditional love and forgiveness, we can live in the hope, joy, and peace of spring. We can learn to forgive other people who may have hurt us—and to forgive ourselves. Our hearts can rise out of heavy winter snowstorms and live in the light, warm springtime. Because of God’s love, we have this possibility of hope. We can throw open the doors and windows and let in the sweet scent of lilacs.


Note:
The picture of the japonica was borrowed from a gallery by Martin LaBar at www.flickr.com  

Visit the Cornell Lab of Ornithology site at http://www.allaboutbirds.org/guide/common_grackle/sounds to hear grackles’ sounds—especially the sound track called “calls of flock.” Many people think they are pests, but they are so joyful, I love them.



Thursday, October 18, 2012

To You I Do Pray




Here I sit, determined to write something. I think about writing all the time, and I want to write. I seldom do any of it right now. The piles of papers, books, and boxes call to me, saying, Here we are, find us a place. They pull at me, fussing to be tended immediately, clamoring at me to forget everything else until they are put away. Moving is a messy, long-term project.

Tonight I am ignoring the piles. I will tackle them tomorrow.

I find myself thinking about the picture I put on my desktop background today—it is a small snip of a mural covering a wall somewhere in New Orleans. My daughter took the picture in June when she and her two oldest children were there with a youth mission trip.



Central to the picture is Psalm 5:2, written in bold black print: Give attention to the sound of my cry my King and my God for to you I do pray. 

A little research showed this verse to be from the English Standard Version of the Bible, with a couple of variations. The ESV wording has commas after “cry” and “God,” and the last three words are “do I pray.”



Give attention to the sound of my cry my King and my God for to you I do pray. Without commas, it seems more intense, as if the writer were deeply involved, his heart crying out to God in great need.

The verses surrounding it are incomplete in this picture, but they all concern praying. They are written in different styles, as though all by different people. Everything is written in black except the word “pray,” the word scattered throughout, in red in differing formats. It calls to my heart—pray, pray, pray.  

Prayer is filled with power as it draws upon the mighty strength and love of God. I am called to pray by these words. God’s peace will fill me as I heed this call. Even though we are surrounded by piles of frustrating and difficult things, our hearts cry out: Give attention to the sound of my cry my King and my God for to you I do pray.