The valley below is greening. A kaleidoscope of spring hues soften winter’s drab silhouette. Birds serenade their sweethearts then zip across the yard with sprigs of straw and bits of trash destined for their woven nurseries.
I watch as they pause on the deck for refreshment then rush off again, intent on the age-old ritual of bringing forth another generation. Unlike man, they neither question nor resist their roles in God’s glorious creation.
Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they? Matt. 6:28
Why do we insist on writing our own script when His plan is perfect?
Some think it’s for wimps.
Others may say, “Bor-ing.”
Or maybe, “I don’t do that religious stuff.”
If you could ask the men and women who have dared take God at His Word through the centuries, I doubt even one would describe the journey as wimpy, boring or religious stuff. Sometimes
But never ever
What would we say if just once we caught so much as a glimpse of all the wonders God has stored up for those who love and seek Him?
What would our world be like then?
A Reminder From Dorothy
Then I notice the winter casualties in my flowerpots, the brambles infringing on our lawn and the weeds invading my flowerbeds and recall a line from the Wizard of Oz.
Toto, I’ve a feeling we’re not in Kansas anymore.
There’s my answer. Like the Pop Culture says, This ain’t Kansas, Toto.
And this ain’t the Garden.
Our Creator knew we needed a Savior.
What is man and woman that you bother with them; why take a second look their way? You made them not quite as high as angels, bright with Eden’s dawn light; Then you put them in charge of your entire handcrafted world.
Hebrews 2:6-7 MSG