Oh this first week after Easter. Lent went by more smoothly than most. And then came this wonderful time after Easter. Maybe I had too high of expectations for what to expect in the new resurrected life? Or maybe this is how it is every year I just haven`t paid as much attention to the seasons of my soul. But this transition. This transition from cocoon to butterfly...not so easy. There are moments of extreme beauty and freedom mingled right in there with moments of feeling more inadequate than I`ve felt in years.
I find myself reverting back to thought patterns from before lent. But wasn`t lent suppose to be 40 days of making a new habit? 40 days of making more room for Christ so that he can live louder in my life?
And yet, things did change. And probably a lot more than I`m aware.
I`m looking at my trees this morning and I notice how much change has taken place in such a short amount of time. Even the grass seems to be getting out of control. And I reflect on God`s wonder growing recipe to make things grow fast: lots of rain, lots of sun, some more rain, some more sun, then more rain...and I`m assuming there will be more sun. And I think about the parallels for my soul, and I am more at ease with His process in me. And I remind myself if he is this faithful with trees, how faithful will he be with my soul?
So I eat more, and sleep more; like a new baby on a steep learning curve. And I rest in the new growth and I adjust my life, and allow myself the to ride out the swells and calm of this life because his steadfast love is written everywhere.
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