spring

Today is the first day of Spring. There is new life all around my house. Daffodils are up in full bloom- all of mine have been lovingly picked by my bigs and now are in a vase by my kitchen sink. Camelias are bursting with color, polka-dotting the bushes outside my front door and now one has found a new home nestled in a bud vase in the dining room. One sweet friend left a base of roses and alstroemerias outside my door yesterday; now they occupy my kitchen table. I love fresh flowers. They bring cheer to any room.

These flowers have grown in the new warmth of the Sun. Their life sustained by the Creator, picked by little girls, now soaking in water to retain its beauty but in reality they're dying. The stems of the daffodils have gone limp and the petals have turned a dingy brown. Sometimes I feel like the daffodil- I know I'm sustained by the Creator. He gives me all I need and has delighted in me. I bend toward the Son, wanting His light nourshing my soul. I want to be that light in our world.

This morning I wake up to Spring. I'm refreshed from my break but underneath is a current of weariness. I'm wearied from this world, from my sin, from pain. I need His word to revive me, to bask in His goodness. To know Him more and cling to His promises. He is with me. He has not forsaken me. He supplies my every need. In Him is joy, not in my circumstances. I confess I do try to make this world my home when I know its not. I look to the world to fill my hurts and all to often not to the Healer. O would I not be content with the pleasures of this world and not labor for that which does not satisfy. Change my heart, O God.