A Little Bush

Consider how the lilies grow. They do not labor or spin. Yet I tell you, not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these. Luke 12:27 

Last fall, my neighbor planted a small bush in one of her flower plots. From my bedroom window, I watched it struggle to survive its transplant and as fall progressed, watched it lose its leaves. In January, when I left for Texas, the twig stood nearly covered by snow. When I returned, the snow was gone but the twig with a few branches still just stood there. Then, it was April and soon May, and the warm sun and much needed rains fell. The twig suddenly had leaves and the beginning of new branches and as I opened my shades, there it stood proudly waving gently in the spring breeze. 

We are much like that twig. With God’s love, we blossom. We grow and branch out to others. With God’s love, we grow. In the warmth of blessings, we feel good about our fellow man. With the assurance of the risen Lord, we meet our days. It sometimes rains on us and dark clouds gather and winds buffet us, but we remain, bolstered by the promise of tomorrow and life here after. 

Prayer: Can we all really be like the little bush? Standing there proudly through bad and good.  Can we greet the sun and rain with pleasure? Grow each day and greet all that comes with pleasure anchored in God’s love.  Amen 

Carolyn Olsen