White....Soft....Full of Life The intricate fragile blossoms were brown, hard and lifeless. All I could think about was how white, soft and full of life they were just hours before. One of my favorite spring rituals is watching the bradford pear trees bloom. This year a frigid freeze came days after they started to bloom causing each blossom to be frozen in time. I drive by a row of them on my way to work and each day I would look up and think ‘how sad the blossoms are dead’. After about a week I stopped looking. Then one day I noticed the brown frozen blossoms remained AND new white blossoms were joining them creating a picture perfect bradford pear tree. I believe we are all LITERALLY God expressing. Watching the bradford pear trees I realized I focus much of my time on the lifeless frozen blossoms of my fears, my past, my uncertainties. The bradford pear tree reminded me God is continuously pulsing through me, creating new white, soft, blossoms full of life each and every moment. My ‘human’ may believe there are only brown, hard, lifeless blossoms but if I look closely I am certain to see white, soft blossoms full of life everywhere.
Posted on: Sat, 29 Mar 2014 16:11:42 +0000
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