It rained overnight.
The morning sky is
meeting the leaves
with a light greening
on this middling day.
But God doesn't have a forgettable day
inside his rainbow palette of days.
Magnificent, this greening, this overpouring grace,
even on this just-get-through-it day like Wednesday.
Outside the flowers as in ages past,
raise their heads and petals to the
Lord on high, drinking in the golden
nectar,.manna from God's sky.
Suddenly this passage caught my heart:
' Consider the lilies, how they grow:
they toil not, they spin not; and yet
I say unto you that Solomon in all his
glory was not arrayed like one of these.'
Underneath my green leafed canopy it was a kind day for thought,
this day out of time, with nothing to do but be itself.
So my mind fell back to lilies -- to the art of not worrying, back
to the cause of such pain and so many worries, and quick as a
bird can take flight, another passage caught my heart:
'What is the price of two sparrows—one copper
coin[? But not a single sparrow can fall to the
ground without your Father knowing it. 30 And
the very hairs on your head are all numbered.
31 So don’t be afraid; you are more valuable
to God than a whole flock of sparrows.'
Maybe Wednesdays are days for balancing,
for getting back to the selves we left on
Sunday morning -- a middle time to find
again the peace that spirit brings.
God is in His heavens and all is right with the world.
From all of us at Maple Street Church, we pray
you find peace and feel the hand of God's love,
holding your days in tenderness, all through the week.
