I thought spring had finally arrived until I awoke to snow this morning. It’s been a wild transition between seasons and nature seems to be having an identity crisis. The other day it struck me just how short the blossoms last on many of the flowering trees. We have some kind of ornamental fruit tree in our front yard. It seemed to burst forth in full blossom almost overnight recently. The lovely white petals always transform the front yard into a lovely park. Unfortunately, in my opinion, the blossoms don’t last nearly long enough…within a week of blooming they are gone. It seems sad that the tree weathers 51 weeks of living for one week of beauty. Sometimes I think we’ve given up on our own opportunity to bloom for the Lord. It may seem that we have weathered years of difficult living and many seasons of life without a sign of fruit or flower. But I am convinced there are many types of flower. Some appeal by sustaining color for a long time and some grab us briefly and take our breath away. Some bloom early in season and some don’t bloom until nearly winter. Taken together they form a diverse garden that glorifies the Lord. And so some of us may bloom early, some late, some short and some long. Taken together we form His living garden, reflecting beauty and bearing fruit, across the growing season of this life.
Acts 14:17 “Nevertheless He did not leave Himself without witness, in that He did good, gave us rain from heaven and fruitful seasons, filling our hearts with food and gladness.”