Nature has a way of being patient that isn't part of our human makeup; at least, not mine. I don't like gradual, but I don't like change, either...a contradiction of terms, I guess. Maybe it's the sense of lack of control that waiting entails... we sit there, not knowing if anything is even happening, and the uncertainty is the hardest part, for me, at least.
And then, just like the leaves on the hillside, you wake up to find that things are different than what you expected.
That can be a good thing or a bad thing.
The thing is, those trees that are gradually changing... the process is the same, every year. There are things going on in the tree that we can't see.
There are changes going on internally that we can't see in ourselves, even... a slow process of maturing. The tree can't do anything to speed up the process. Neither can we.
Patience is a virtue that I don't possess, and I've been told to never pray for patience... but tonight, on my walk, I was reminded again that God is in the process. He's in the details. He's in the waiting.
And when the time is fulfilled, those seeds that germinated in the dark will burst forth, and you'll shine like the sun.
We can learn a lot from nature if we just pay attention...
and be intentional about being patient.
If only it wasn't so hard. <3
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