Thursday, April 5, 2012
when the bush doesn't talk, but screams
The crowd wasn't satisfied with how Jesus was coming to fulfill the prophecy. They hung Him on a cross because they didn't get what they wanted. Today, for whatever reason, I have not been satisfied, I have not been content with the gifts that God has given me. I've been busy looking at other people. I've been wondering, "Why haven't You?" And yet, here I am sitting in a space for which I have asked and I'm asking when He is going to move me again. I may not be physically crucifying Him, but I am nailing Him to the cross again with my words of malcontent.
All today, my eyes keep finding this rose bush that I have in my backyard. It is dripping with blooms, abundant and full in ways that it has never been before. It has suffered through the worst drought and yet, here it is in all its glory, blooming.
See the abundance, He whispers. Take in the abundance, the bush screams at me.
It's a pace of slow and I want to go fast.
It's a time of watering deep and I just want a sip from the hose.
It's a time of uprooting those things that I've clung to for too long and I just want to lop off the head.
I want to be different, but really, this just makes me the same as everybody else.
And my heart is heavy, but I can turn this way or that way. I can drip with discontent or I can gush joy. I can lament the sad state of my heart or I can revel in the state of His. I can make this all about me, or I can make it all about Him.
And so, today, I turn. And I will see.