The baby waiting to break through the shell is unaware of the beauty of its outward appearance. By instinct it simply must break through to experience new life. Without breaking through, it will die.
Posts tagged ‘Nature’
It’s the one who goes through the storms of life, withstanding all of the harshness and winds of difficulty, by leaning into the One who created all in an spectacular act of love…this is the one whose roots of faith grow deep and strong, in the unseen places of the heart.
I'm honored to be guest posting today at Anita Mathias' blog, Dreaming Beneath the Spires. I’ve both enjoyed and been inspired by Anita’s writing on life and faith.
I had every intention of writing here after my last post, but have been somewhat remiss. Crazy family happenings changed my schedule. In lieu of a more thoughtful post, I thought I’d simply share some completely unrelated thoughts that have been mulling around my head.
Sixty-five degrees and sunny. Bliss, after a long winter. A perfect spring day. Shared with my little flower catcher. Faded blooms left on dry stalk give shape to a winter landscape. Now is the time – the cutting time. The preparation for new growth.
The dark path is strewn with shades of brown and ochre; fallen leaves sacrificed by trees overhead. The forest canopy blocks out rays of warmth. Boulders fallen upon each other line the rocky trail, pebbles in the hand of the Divine. A steep rock face, time etched in sandstone layers, rises straight out of the forest floor to one side of the dark path. A shock of color clings to the rocks; lush emerald moss and ferns cover rock and root. Deep forest mesmerizes, enchants with the sound of a bubbling brook nearby. Water slips over pebbles drifting autumn leaves to an unknown destination. An enormous boulder stands guard over the meandering path, blocking vision to what lies ahead.
“By reading the scriptures I am so renewed that all nature seems renewed around me and with me. The sky seems to be a pure, a cooler blue, the trees a deeper green. The whole world is charged with the glory of God and I feel fire and music under my feet. ” – Thomas Merton