When There Are No Blossoms

I love mornings. Really. The birds chatting with each other, sounds of a tired city just waking, a gentle and slightly cool breeze……and a quiet house.
Ok, so now you know the real reason I like mornings. 🙂

This morning I stepped outside for just a minute and was admiring many of beautiful flowers, plants and trees along our street. The aroma was divine. Then I looked at my sad rose bush and 2 other plants of unknown origin and made a mental note to get a green thumb over here to help a girl out!

The past few weeks have been a lesson in faith and patience. Some things, trivial but constant, and other things, potentially life changing. I have always felt that when going through tough times, the Lord wants me to rest, trust, hope, receive and extend grace, and just keep walking.

I wrote a blog a few years ago about digging deep into the soil of Gods love. Today I thought of that scripture again.

I have had the opportunity to meet some amazing people over the past few years who have done just that. Their roots went deep, their tears watered the dry ground, their situation was covered in Gods love, and yet they waited. For just a blossom. A sprig of hope. A blade of green.

A few weeks after we first received the news of Charlie’s diagnosis, the results came in that it was also in her bone marrow. I remember crying in a parking lot and texting a few people with the news. A mom whose child had the same disease replied with this scripture…

“Even though the fig trees have no blossoms, and there are no grapes on the vine; even though the olive crop fails, and the fields lie empty and barren; even though the flocks die in the fields, and the cattle barns are empty, yet I will rejoice in the LORD! I will be joyful in the God of my salvation.” Habakkuk 3:17-18

This was the sprig of hope I needed. Just rejoice…

Rejoice when you are worried.
Rejoice when you just received bad news.
Rejoice when the heavens are silent.
Rejoice when your heart feels like it’s been stepped on.
Rejoice when the miracle is elusive.
Rejoice when words have hurt.
Rejoice as you pack up your things due to company downsizing.
Rejoice while you wait.
Rejoice when the answer is far from what you had expected.

I wish I had answers for the many questions of life.
I don’t.
I don’t understand the why’s, but I know the One who does.
I know that rejoicing in Him, even if it accompanied with many shouts and tears is nurturing the soil of my heart.

The wonderful promise we have is this….

“To appoint unto them that mourn in Zion, to give unto them beauty for ashes, the oil of joy for mourning, the garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness; that they might be called trees of righteousness, the planting of the LORD, that he might be glorified.” Isaiah 61:3

He is tending to you.
He steps out and checks on you each morning.
He carefully prunes.
He knows about the drought.
He sends rain to your soul.
He sees beauty.
He sees a garden full of life and green.

He loves His time with you.
He loves caring for you.
Really.

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