It is the beginning of seeds dying in the dark in order to spring forth life reaching toward the sun.
We see this creation all around . . . in our dirt . . . in our hearts.
The Spirit ruffles, the Word exposes and inside the pain of dying. The pain of it all!
Our wills broken, cracked in half.
Our ankles sprained, forcing us to crawl on our knees. The journey slowed. Slowed because maybe someone thinks we are walking too fast and if we don't slow down we might miss the right path.
It is a new season, but somehow this new season seems different. The colors may be brighter or the pain of dying runs deeper.
Life still goes on and still springs forth in its time, and we are like the flowers too. We think that we know this season, spring, but His mercies are new every season just like they are new every morning. And we cannot stop the life bursting forth in the dying, just as we can't stop the flowers from lifting their faces up to the sun and bursting forth in their beauty.
In the season it is God who brings forth the death in the darknss, the rain to cleanse and bring strength to weak seedlings, and then shines the sun as an encouragement to push through the groundbreaking pain to the warmth of embrace.. He continues to blow forth life through each stage.
Courage to break through the darkness.
Unbending into righteousness.
Reaching up and reaching out.
The resting as beauty is created within.
Then trusting in the power of the sun as the inward fold opens up wider and wider, bursting forth in radiant color, in bold beauty, in a glorious display of His creation. His glory.
We are His creation! And in each season His work continues to transform and mold us into His image. The potter never takes His embrace off the work of His hands. He continues to blow into us life, revealing His life in us. His glory in our pain. His mercy in our season.
It is His beauty that will bloom out of the darkness of our tomb and into the light of His Son.
Can anyone make the connection between the post this week and the cartoon at the top? I know you have to reach pretty far to make the connection but my brain found one. I hope yours can too!
Blessings to you this weekend as you walk with our life breathing, beauty making Creator!