Offering
Spring is almost here and one by one I see them. The flowering trees are bringing their offerings to the warmth of the sun.
It is a picture of worship.
Little peach tree down by the barn is no exception. In fact, she is first in line. The cold nights are not yet passed and yet she is unafraid. She opens her most tender places in faith. She believes that spring will come, the honey bees will do their work and flowers will one day become fruit. But first, an offering of worship.
Each opening is an act of faith — an exercise in vulnerability. I believe each flower forgets herself in the hypnotic warmth of the sun. It is a love story unfolding (quite literally) before our eyes each spring.
It encourages me to bring my offering, small as it is. No act of worship is overlooked by our creator God. See all around us? This world is teaching us who he is and how he loves us. Nature is one exquisitely beautiful love letter from our Father God.
Worship leads to the sweetest fruit.
Psalm 96:9 ~”Bring gifts and celebrate, Bow before the beauty of God, Then to your knees—everyone worship!”
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SO glad to see this! I’ll miss you if you decide to stop for awhile, but I also understand. Sometimes you just have to withdraw for a time to survive, to heal. It’s not weakness, it’s just a season of life. So if it blesses you with comfort and healing to keep writing, I’d love to keep getting these inspiring little posts. But if it burdens or stresses you to continue, may the words of Jesus comfort you when He said, “Let’s go off by ourselves to a quiet place and rest awhile.” For tonight though, thank you once again for sharing your heart!!!
“I believe each flower forgets herself in the hypnotic warmth of the sun”. Holy Spirit has continued to bless through this season of vulnerability .. Thank you sweet friend.
Krista, how beautiful! How you expressed your comment is. . . . terrific! Thank you. What you said is how I feet also.
Rest. Heal. Laugh. Lean hard into Jesus. He’s got this.
Hugs.
I agree with Krista. And by the way, your offerings are not small. They are like the buds on your peach tree – beautiful treasures filled with life and hope emerging from grief’s long, cold winter.
Shalom, shalom to you in this season.
Much more than peace.
Healing, comfort, wholeness.
Breathe it all in. Our Father offers it freely.