I love spring––for many reasons. I love the restlessness of the season, the blue skies and puffy white clouds, the fresh rains, and, of course, the blossoms.
This past December and January, Northern California finally had those winter storms we so desperately needed. Then about a month ago, we had a break in the weather. The sun came out, the days were mild, and guess what? The trees were fooled into thinking winter and the bad weather were over. They started to bud, and every Northern Californian took a collective breath and looked at those burgeoning blooms in dismay because we knew the trees were budding too early––way too early. It was only a matter of time before winter made a second pass.
We didn’t have to wait long. A couple of weeks after the trees went into full bloom, the storm hit. Strong winds and torrential rains just pounded the NorthState. I can remember looking out the window at my flowering pear with a broken heart. All those blossoms would be gone by morning.
But they weren’t. Many were. But many hung on. A drive down to the post office showed more of the same. Though it looked like it had just snowed because so many of the blossoms carpeted the parking lot, many of the blooms were still tenaciously hanging on.
I don’t know about you, but I sometimes feel like those vulnerable blossoms. I feel very fragile––like I am hanging on by a tenuous emotional thread and that it wouldn’t take much of a wind to shake me loose. I don’t really have a single cause. It might be overworked or overtired or overwhelmed. It could be undernourished, under the weather, or under appreciated Whatever the reason, some mornings it takes just a little extra effort to face the world.
But I remember the tenacity of those little blossoms clinging to the branches, so I took that to heart and remembered verses that spoke about clinging to and trusting in God. Verses like Psalm 63:8 that reads “My soul clings to You; Your right hand upholds me.” Or Psalm 28:7–– “The Lord is my strength and my shield; My heart trusted in Him, and I am helped. . . .” And I learned a very important lesson, one that I hadn’t noticed when I was looking at those little blossoms. Yes, I am to cling and to trust, but that’s not what saves me or keeps me safe. God does. I trust . . . He upholds.
So when the storms hit, and I am feeling fragile, I will cling to God knowing with peaceful assurance that He is indeed holding on to me.
This past December and January, Northern California finally had those winter storms we so desperately needed. Then about a month ago, we had a break in the weather. The sun came out, the days were mild, and guess what? The trees were fooled into thinking winter and the bad weather were over. They started to bud, and every Northern Californian took a collective breath and looked at those burgeoning blooms in dismay because we knew the trees were budding too early––way too early. It was only a matter of time before winter made a second pass.
We didn’t have to wait long. A couple of weeks after the trees went into full bloom, the storm hit. Strong winds and torrential rains just pounded the NorthState. I can remember looking out the window at my flowering pear with a broken heart. All those blossoms would be gone by morning.
But they weren’t. Many were. But many hung on. A drive down to the post office showed more of the same. Though it looked like it had just snowed because so many of the blossoms carpeted the parking lot, many of the blooms were still tenaciously hanging on.
I don’t know about you, but I sometimes feel like those vulnerable blossoms. I feel very fragile––like I am hanging on by a tenuous emotional thread and that it wouldn’t take much of a wind to shake me loose. I don’t really have a single cause. It might be overworked or overtired or overwhelmed. It could be undernourished, under the weather, or under appreciated Whatever the reason, some mornings it takes just a little extra effort to face the world.
But I remember the tenacity of those little blossoms clinging to the branches, so I took that to heart and remembered verses that spoke about clinging to and trusting in God. Verses like Psalm 63:8 that reads “My soul clings to You; Your right hand upholds me.” Or Psalm 28:7–– “The Lord is my strength and my shield; My heart trusted in Him, and I am helped. . . .” And I learned a very important lesson, one that I hadn’t noticed when I was looking at those little blossoms. Yes, I am to cling and to trust, but that’s not what saves me or keeps me safe. God does. I trust . . . He upholds.
So when the storms hit, and I am feeling fragile, I will cling to God knowing with peaceful assurance that He is indeed holding on to me.
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