God is speaking all the time. I love it when my “tuner” can recognize His voice. So often, He interrupts my natural with His “super”-natural and I hear His message. This morning was one of those sweet days.
It is my delight to sit on my back porch in my little oasis full of flowers and herbs and birds and butterflies and bunnies and ponder. Twenty-one years ago my husband gave me a pink sweetheart rose bush for Valentine’s Day. It is still giving after all those years! Roses normally bloom in the Spring. Today I saw on a spindly bush, with its thorns noticeably visible, the leaves withered by the hot sun and its leftover buds sadly clinging to the branch, two of the most beautiful, perfect little pink roses. The SECOND BLOOM.
Sometimes in the summer season, when the heat is scorching on the leaves of our faith, we can wonder, will this season ever end? Will the rain ever fall again? Somehow remembering other autumns seems beyond our ability as the pain, the hurt, the questions, the circumstances keep pouring onto the pores of our skin.
But then, we notice the cloud, the change of wind direction, and somehow, our little hearts hope again and we bloom. We bloom again.
This has been a week that I have stood beside so many and held the umbrella over them trying to block the scorching solar stabs into their hearts. I grieved with their injustices, cried with their unanswered questions, and spoke the words of promise praying that it would give them a reprise to hope.
I am reminded “we have not, because we ASK not.” So, today, I pray:
“Lord, we repent for lack of faith, for doubting your ability to move, and for the unforgiveness in our hearts. Cleanse our minds, our hearts, and our spirits that we can see You today above the circumstances.
Protect us from the sun. Release in us the determination to hold on and keep pursuing the promises and not quit fighting for Your Will. Release our lives to bloom again. We are not done. Our season of beauty is not over. Let us BLOOM AGAIN.
In Jesus’s beautiful name. Amen.”