Archive for May, 2014

Apricot Blossoms

She stands there in the garden.

Four years young, a bit awkward and gangly.

Not sure why I planted blueberries as her companions. Not the place for an apricot tree. Intentions to dig her up are prolonged to the fall and each fall to the next spring.

So she stands.

Roots growing deeper, without flowers, without fruit.


During wintry days I make plans for my garden. This year I’ll plant more flowers for cutting, heirloom tomatoes for summer meals, herbs for seasoning. All things in this garden must serve a purpose, beauty admired or taste savored.

The apricot tree must go.


As I watch the colorful spring birds flit tree to tree, I see something I haven’t seen before.

Can it be?

I practically run outside. Must look closer.

I stop and hold my breath.

There she stands with naked limbs adorned with pale blush blossoms.

She flowers.


 A little patience goes a long ways as the saying goes. I seem to be still in training. After a summer of drought and a record-chilling winter, the apricot tree finally blooms. And fruit is sure to follow.  Just when I had run out of patience with this little tree, she flowers.  I know God is teaching me something here.

“The ax is already at the root of the trees, and every tree that does not produce good fruit will be cut down and thrown into the fire.” Matthew 3:10. 

 Am I not that tree? What I think are blossoms of good works and fruits of faith –  is that what He sees? Isn’t all my good just filth and dirt and empty branches in his eyes of perfection? Am I not doomed to the cutting blade of the ax?

Yes, but thankfully there is more.

There is Jesus.

“…he who began a good work in you will carry it on to completion until the day of Christ Jesus. ”  Phillipians 1:6.

God is patient with me only because of what Jesus has done for me.

 Through Him is forgiveness for the days of my impatience, ingratitude, and lack of fruits of faith.


 Through Him is life eternal.

 He endured the bitterness of hell and the drought-filled divide from the love of His Father as he hung on that cross for me.

He lives and the joy of His resurrection lives in me. The Spirit is constant, working fruits of righteousness in my heart.

 every day


And when He returns, I will stand before those eyes of perfection, and because of my Jesus, I will be covered with flowers.


forever grateful

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Sun Seeker

I saw it this morning.

Caught a glimpse. Running room to room.

Stopping to bask.

Capturing it before it faded.

It was sun-cast shadows radiating through windows.

son seeker


It’s been a dismal week.

The rain is good but after several days without seeing the sun, my outlook can be a bit rain-filled.


Seeing the sunlight this morning reminds me of how constant God is in our lives. Just as the sun still shines even when cloud-covered, our loving father is always there even when life-covered.

Present in every moment.


Life ticks from minute to day to week, at times dreary and dismal.

He is there.

Shining in through windows of the soul though I may not always see.

But perhaps I’m not looking for him.

Bogged down with lists, the urgent, pushing off the important. Am I seeking evidence of his presence? Am I still? Still long enough to recognize and capture moments of blessings?


His word speaks through David:

 Surely you have granted him unending blessings
    and made him glad with the joy of your presence. – Psalm 21:6


Lord,  thank you for unending blessings. Help me be a son seeker.

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