I prayed, asking God for acceptance today. This is what He had to show me:
The tree stands bare, dormant all winter, naked, dead and still. But in the springtime, with the rains, buds burst forth. Seeds break through. Leaves grow. Soon it shall stand full and straight, in all its glory. But only for a season. Winter shall return one day and so shall the tree return to its dormant silence and nakedness.
The grass lies brown and dried, dead. In the springtime, life returns. It grows, turning green and lush. Mowers come and trim it back, keeping it short. Resolutely, it continues to grow. Thus the season’s cycle is complete. But only for a season. Winter returns one day and the grass ceases to grow, returning to the dull brown carpet of death.
Flowers wither in the cold, to bloom again in their season of plenty. Dressed in their bright colors, they cheerfully wave in the breeze and turn their faces to the sun. But only for a season. With the cold, they die again, until their next season.
Rivers run, tides ebb, all dependant on cycles and phases and the rains. Each one needing the other to complete its purpose for the time at hand. Before and ahead do not matter. It is the now that we count.
So it is with me.
Do you not see? the Lord asked of me. I need to make these things you see die back, go dormant and still, dry up, so that they may return later. Better, fuller, more perfect and beautiful. More appreciative of life when they have felt the lack of it. And so it shall be with you.
Isaiah 35: 3-7, Psalm 56:3, Psalm 28:7