I ventured out to the greenery before the storms were to arrive. Today my mind was far from all of the beauty that surrounds me. I asked God for a gift to bring me back to my journey of wonder. And as I looked across the lake there my Friend stood Gracefully In green surroundings. My heart smiled at the thought that He brought me back to Him. And I am ever sure, that our journey is to remember always that He is part of us.
I walked today with a deep heart filled and a busy mind filled too. I so needed to become empty of all the thoughts running through my head. As I approached the lake, I asked God to teach me something that might touch my heart. Out from the brush by the lake, my blue heron friend appeared, soon flying high. Moments later, a baby blue heron hesitantly followed. Mama led her baby through swooping, beautiful air maneuvers, crossing the lake, over the bridge and me, landing in high leafy trees before heading back into the sky. For a few moments, the little baby appeared alone and flew with great determination across the sky, only to hesitate when she did not see her mama flying beside her -Somewhat like we hesitate, when we wonder if we are lost and alone. Moments later, mama appeared. And mama brought her back to the spot by the lake where they began together - Much like our story with God. If we hesitate and surrender turning toward Him, He will bring us back to a spot of comfort and lov...
It is now March. My search for him in the greenery has begun. I searched high and low in the marshes by the lake, in its coves and on its beaches. Sometimes he is elusive to me. There are times in my life where I am filled up with God so that everything I see is beautiful. There are other times, weary from life's journey, where the greatest of miracles cannot be seen. Perhaps I felt this way when I began my walk through the greenery today. Taking a long and deep breath I began anew. I looked with new awareness and with an open heart to be filled by His majesty. Though I didn't find my blue heron friend, I did find God's grace on awesome treetops, on green stems growing hidden by the winter's mud, and on the smallest of branches I saw tiny new buds beginning to appear. So here's to new beginnings, a spring like no other, and safe travels home to me, for my blue heron friend.
Waiting for the storm, I sat on my favorite rock and looked into the infinite skies. There was only blue from every angle these eyes could see. And yet, the winds of change reminded me of Him and the truth of this day. Yes, change is on the way–not as bad, but good. Each new day, God brings death and new life: death to ego, or false self, and life as new depth of heart. We too are resurrected despite our fear of what lies ahead. We surrender to the storms, as after the winds blow, we are gifted with new life–new and luscious blossoms, beauty-filled beginnings in His peace.