The Father seems to speak to my heart often through His creation. It has especially loud over the last several months. This was no exception.
We visited a lovely zinnia field at a local orchard the other day. The field was awash with colors beyond imagination. As the flowers softly danced in the gentle breeze, some lovely little creatures visited them.
Hummingbirds, bumblebees and a plethora of butterflies flitted back and forth from flower to flower with not a care in the world. Little did they know that there was craziness in our world. Their goal was simply to gather nectar and enjoy their flights!
I tried to capture several pictures and as my husband and I walked along the paths; we noticed something at the end of the field that we could not see from the very beginning. It was another field. Brown and barren mostly.
We watched a butterfly make its way out of the abundance of flowers and head toward the what appeared to be an empty field. We followed it.
And then we saw them……
Amongst all the brown and dusty soil there appeared many zinnias. There was not a field of them, but a dotting of sorts, like a polka dotted tablecloth set for a picnic.
And the butterfly knew the field had value.
The fields were right next to one another. It reminded me of the pandemic.
Scarred, barren, left alone, confused, misunderstood….
The flowers were separated from their kin, lonely and looked as though they had no job.
They were thriving. They had value. Their life was important. They were cheerful. They were still focused on their purpose.
I was reminded of the scripture where Jesus shared about the birds and the lillies of the field.
How can we ever doubt His love for us?
Even when the field looks hopeless.
~Be Encouraged Today
I had a temporary tattoo once. It looked real and it was fun for a while. Then it faded away.
The word “temporary” has been floating in and out of my head the last few weeks.
The last few months have been one of those “seasons” of life that has not been easy. For several reasons I have quit taking my antidepressant of 16 years. Eleven weeks completely off today.
I have been to several doctors and had tests for some physical issues I have been dealing with for several years, worse of late. No answers from any of them.
Then I went to my amazing chiropractor, who practices “active release therapy” and “dry needling.’ The first doctor to say he could help me! Yes, I cried. And even during therapy a little pain…but I knew it was “temporary.”
As I dealt with “withdrawal” symptoms, “temporary.” As I often wake up with a new ache or pain, I hear it again.
Pain in this world is temporary. Happiness in our lives is temporary. We are always wanting the next thing to make us happy, or make us feel better.
But we might be looking the wrong direction. I have decided to refocus on the eternal. This is everlasting. I have decided to refocus on what is within me…Christ, and HIS hope eternal.
I am not alone in this. He confirmed it over and over with His word and confirmation from my friend and mentor one morning last week.
Everything here is temporary dear friends. That does not mean it is not to be enjoyed. Nor does it mean that our pain is not real….it just means it is not forever.
And for that I am ever so grateful.
Now wonder if I can find a good tattoo artist locally?
~Be Encourage Today~