Bloom
I watched these lovely tulips open one by one as they bathed in the morning light. I felt like I was witnessing something sacred and intimate- a secret between them and their beloved sun.
Is this what it is like when I let go of my fear and give thanks to my God? Is it a thing of beauty? Yes it must be.
As Chris and I walked tonight we prayed about the burdens of our hearts. Then, one be one we spoke aloud the things we were grateful for. It felt hypocritical at first, with my heart in such a heavy state. But as I meditated on his goodness and all he has given us, I felt released little by little. By the end of our walk we were laughing.
This is such a good practice, giving thanks. I was changed when I read Ann Voskamp’s One Thousand Gifts. In it, she states that we are not counting the gifts we hope to have, but the ones we already have. And each time we name one? We are opening it again for the first time. And the very best time to count our gifts is when we are in desperate need, because “Eucharisteo always precedes the miracle.”
So once again I am learning from the flowers. They seem to always get it right.
Psalm 103:1,2 ~”Let all that I am praise the Lord; with my whole heart, I will praise his holy name.
Let all that I am praise the Lord; may I never forget the good things he does for me.”
Worship
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