Early mornings have always been my most favorite time of the day. When the land awakens and dew drop kisses brush against my feet as I take my morning stroll. I always walk down to our pond that has a dock and sit while watching God paint the eastern sky before me. Breathing in the crispness of morning time, I allow this newness to fill me up for whatever may come my way today. I’ve watched dragonflies skim the waters surface, seen deer grazing nearby, watched the winds turning the head of our windmill in the direction they want …
The Bradford Pear and the Oak: a Metaphor
Opening the door to my car a few weeks ago, I saw it. The beginnings of the white blossoms on the Bradford Pear tree. My heart rejoiced. Spring is here! Over the coming weeks, I watched in awe as the multitude of Bradford Pears began to bloom into a snowy canvas of beauty. Then the white blossoms began to give way to brilliant green leaves. As I drank the beauty of another life-after-death example in God’s creation in these weeks, I noticed that the larger trees looked like they were still living in the dead of winter. But just this week, …