Friday, March 25, 2016

I am a rose trampler!

There is nothing, absolutely nothing, like Spring in the South.

Especially this year, when Spring literally kicked out Winter in one day...bursting and busting out all over and putting on a color show the likes of which has never been seen before.

I don't remember a year when the vibrant lime green of Persimmon leaves mutually co-existed along with the soft white of Dogwood blossoms and the scarlet in-your-face Azaleas.

It's like all creation got together and said, "Let's show 'em what we got!"


Any gardener here worth their salt has had their sap running for weeks now...being forced to jump-start necessary Spring activities to full-speed-ahead in an effort to keep one step ahead of Mother Nature's exuberance.

My back and muscles say I am a fool...but a happy fool...

One who has been pruning and feeding and nurturing and loving-on, as they say in the South, my gardens...unearthing and mulching tender shoots of life, feeding and pruning, doing all a good mother does for her children, because she cares for them...which leads me to...

Last week, when I was sitting in church, thinking and praying and attempting to reign in my meandering thoughts...when I heard myself singing this chorus...

"Crucified, laid behind the stone
You lived to die
Rejected and alone
Like a rose
Trampled on the ground
You took the fall
And thought of me
Above all."

And whether or not the worship team meant for that chorus to stick in my mind all week I do not know...(personally I think they did)...

But for whatever reason, for almost one week now, that chorus has hovered around my consciousness like a pesky mosquito, bugging me...

Thursday, March 3, 2016

Come, dance with me

I love to dance.

Well, I love the idea that I love to dance!

I have never been good at it...junior high and high school dances were agony for me...

Standing on the sidelines both hoping and dreading that someone would ask me to dance.

Much as my mind pictured Ginger Roger moves, my body functioned more like Frankenstein.

So I would stand there. Waiting. Hoping...

That by some miracle, my body would miraculously cooperate with what my heart longed to do.

Thirty years later I'm still waiting.

But today I got to thinking...

That maybe I have had it wrong all these years...

That I have missed the point.

You see I have a nephew, Zachary...