Thursday, November 17, 2011
the future of grace: B is for blossom
I love flowering trees.
One of my most spiritual moments was coming across a tree in blossom, in a howling Canterbury nor’wester. I was battling some major change processes at Opawa.
And I lay on the ground under this tree, with the wind cascading all these blossom around me. As they swirled on my hands, my skin, my uplifted face, I realised how much bigger, slower, differently paced, was the rhythm of God.
So today, in the midst of some ongoing personal change, I paused and snapped this pic. Of an Adelaide tree in blossom. Which became a prayer,
God in this change, help me pause, walk slower, be differently paced, in your rhythms of grace.
(This is another entry in dictionary of everyday spirituality, under the heading B is for blossom).
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