April Showers…

 

…bring May flowers!

Full of His Glory

Doesn’t your heart just burst with praise when you see a garden bursting with flowers!

Mine too.

It’s just another glimpse of the glory of God. Another reminder that the One who made heaven and earth and you and me and the whole, wide world is with us.

Still splashing color onto what might otherwise be a dull and not-so-lovely landscape.

Still spilling grace into the once barren fields that covered our lives before the veil was lifted and our eyes began to see the clear truth.

And the clear truth is sometimes hard to see until after a good rain. After the dust of deception has been washed clean.

It comes in a moment of surrender. Like a vision.

And we hear in our hearts what the prophet Isaiah heard the angels calling out to one another.

“Holy, holy, holy is the Lord Almighty. The whole earth is full of His glory.” (Isaiah 6:3)

 

The Season of Singing

Spring is in the air! At least it is around here. 
Actually, I’ve been noticing signs of spring for some time now.
Seems it got the invitation early and couldn’t wait to get here.
Unlike winter, who never did show up for the party.

Oh well, I am ready to enjoy this wonderful “season of singing”! And my clock is ready to officially spring forward this weekend.
 
How about you? 
Are you enjoying spring in your neck of the woods?

Hope Grows Here


The flowers out my window catch my eye. I usually give them a passing glance but today I pause to ponder their beauty.

I’m grateful how, even in the midst of soaring temps, while the sizzling heat drains life out of the rest of my garden, these continue to bloom.

Nice to see.

Even if they’re not real.

That’s right. Look closer. Surprise!


I planted these little charmers a while back in preparation for what I knew would be another scorching summer. And, now, here they are in all their yellow loveliness to make me smile while all else is brown and withering.

And, I think of my own heart and why I started a blog about finding inspiration.

Am I like these flowers? Is the person I present to the online world real or fake? Do I write true words? After all, life is not always “coming up roses”. It can be a struggle.

But my soul-searching brings me to this conclusion. I am not a fraud.

I’m simply someone searching for the good, the true, the beautiful. My words are my attempt to overcome the world around me that is brown and withering. I’m a girl in need of hope and I grasp hold whenever I see it. Even if I find it in unlikely places. Like my own backyard.


Or in this tiny bud of a rose, another one clinging to life.

God unveils my eyes to catch a glimpse of the eternal. He touches the earth, my heart, the barren places all around to reveal His presence.

So that here, even in an ordinary bunch of store-bought, plastic flowers, hope grows. And so does my anticipation for a day when the fake ones are unnecessary, a dim and distant memory in light of an ever-present glory.

“He will wipe every tear from their eyes. There will be no more death or mourning or crying or pain, for the old order of things has passed away. He who was seated on the throne said, ‘I am making everything new!’ Then he said, ‘Write this down, for these words are trustworthy and true.'” Rev. 21:4-5 NIV

For L.L. Barkat’s On, In, and Around Mondays.

A Welcome Rain

Fickle spring. Moody and mysterious. Sunny skies can turn to gray in an instant. Rainclouds looming overhead are a common occurrence. But they hold their own beauty.

And, speaking of beautiful! Here is what happens when the sky feeds the earth with it’s enriching, life-boosting liquid.

Let us welcome the spring rain. Because when we see the green grass, the lush landscapes and those gorgeous flowers, our own hearts begin to bloom with the promise of a new day. Our souls are fed. With peace. With contentment. With gratitude.

Photos courtesy Linda Moyer © 2010.