03 Jul Depending…and being strawberries.
The other weekend I house sat for a friend of mine.
She has turned her backyard into a colorful, busting array of flavors.
I was the lucky benefactor of her and her family’s trip out of town. The strawberries were simply incredible.
The reddest, most flavorful strawberries this girl’s taste buds had ever met.
Since that weekend, I’ve been pondering over the provision in her backyard. It was all there…plenty of nutrition and healthy food for the family.
The ground. The dirt that sifts under my feet, the dust that blows through the air…these yummy foods created and sprung from the dirt.
“See how the flowers of the field grow. They do not labor or spin. Yet I tell you that not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these…seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well. Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own.” [Matt. 6:28-29, 33, 34]
I am a worrier. Yet time and time again, I’ve been shown…it is useless for me to worry.
Things always work out just as they are meant to.
Dependence…relying on something, some ONE other than myself and my strength for provision.
Can I truly live in the place where I trust with all my heart that the Creator of the Universe has my life in His hands. And it’s completely under control…?
And then a touching quote from a friend today…
“Above all, trust in the slow work of God. We are quite naturally impatient in everything to reach the end without delay. We would like to skip the intermediate stages. We are impatient of being on the way to something unknown, something new. And yet, it is the law of all progress that it is made by passing through some stages of instability — and that it may take a very long time. Above all, trust in the slow work of God, our loving vine-dresser.” [Pierre Teilhard de Chardin]
I’ll spend everyday surrendering to become the perfect tasting, brilliantly bright, and magnificently red strawberry I was made to be.
Today. I am a strawberry.
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