Meditation inspired by Lenten roses
When we get to this point of winter, we long for life and know that, as Jane Kenyon puts it in her poem "February: Thinking of Flowers," "A single green sprouting thing would restore me."
But good plants are not the only things bursting forth, for there are also a multitude of weeds. And Guroian continues, "Like the deep-rooted thistle weed, some of our worst habits withstand all but the most persistent, persevering, and strenuous exercise. A quick pull on the root ... will not do the trick, nor will an aggressive chop of the hoe. Patience is needed, and the humble willingness to drop down on one's knees and work carefully with the hand fork and trowel. The Christian gardener patiently picks sin from the soul's soil and cultivates it with care and attention to the tender new growth of faith."
You are beautiful, dear sister. You are invited to come near and cast all your cares upon Him. And you are promised glory, honor, and power as well as protection as you humbly seek Him. There will be seasons of repentance and seasons of grief, but joy will come in the morning. Hope will rise from the ashes. He will lift your head.