Consider how parched wasteland can become a blossoming meadow after a good rain. The challenge, of course, is to live mindfully so that we do not miss the lessons hidden in the seasons. Hold each season up against your life.
Consider the little flowers growing up through the deadwood. The deadwood is a source of life for them. It is their mulch. What can this teach you about the apparent deadwood in your own life? What is your mulch? What helps you grow? What can the seasons teach you? —Marcrina Wiederkehr
I have been diagnosed with frontotemporal dementia. It effects my speech. I want to LEARN from my struggles, my questions, and my unrest.
The first thing that the seasons teach me is that it is always changing. Spring blossoms in crocus, daffodils, and tulips. Late spring produces the lovely scent of lilacs and Crabtree flowers. Summer is filled with peonies, clematis, salvia, and bee balm. Fall is the season's change… it teaches me to shine brightly as the color of the leaves change. And winter calls me to dormancy, rest and enjoying those huge half-dollar size snowflakes.
I consider the deadwood in my life an opportunity for growth. As little flowers push up from deadwood… there is always a new beginning. Another chapter. A second chance.
At least there is hope for a tree: if it is cut down, it will sprout again, and its roots may grow old in the ground and its stump die in the soil, yet at the scent of water it will bud and put forth shoots. —Job 14:7-8
I love how trees send out little shoots. That is what I want to do in my life. Send out shoots of life everywhere I am. And everywhere I go.
What makes me grow? I think my friends that challenge my thinking, friends who surround me with their prayers. I am so thankful to each one of you. You lift me up when I am struggling to find words. I could not do this without my precious friends. Their prayers sustain me.
Are any in your community suffering? They should pray. Pray for one another. Your prayers are powerful when they are rooted in a righteous life. —James 5:13 and 16
I think the seasons teach me that life is short. One season flows into the other. How quickly life flies by.
I want to remember this time struggling to find words. God knows what is in my heart and the words I cannot say. My friend, Robin Langer, gave this plaque that says, Jesus knows me this I love. I love this plaque because he knows me… he knew this about me when he created me in my mother's womb.
Remember surrender. Remember the rest. Remember that weight lifting off of your chest. And realizing that it's not up to you and it never was.
Remember surrender. Remember relief. Remember how tears rolled down both of your cheeks. As the warmth of a heavenly Father came closing in. —Sarah Groves