There’s just something about spring that always evokes joyful feelings of hope and childlike anticipation of what lies just around the corner. Winter seasons of cold barrenness can feel endless and sometimes wondering if there really can be “life” again. And then, every year, here comes spring, reminding us that indeed God has been busy working, just out of our sight. And all those seeds, all the hopes and dreams begin to burst forth in new life again.
Today I was reading Genesis and an artists palette flooded my thoughts. In Genesis, we learn that God created man and woman in His image. God created Adam first and then a “helpmate or helper suitable“ for him. “Suitable helpmate” meant something very different in its context and Hebrew origins than it does today. Those words are derived from the Hebrew words that meant she was the perfect person that God chose to create just for him as a helper in the greatest sense. The word also means she was a perfect fit “according to the opposite of him”. Like an artist palette, those opposites when standing alone were lacking something. Together they brought life.
Father help me. As our days overflow with social injustice, political discord and discourse, when hatred, prejudice, discrimination, every sort of injustice and flat out ugliness permeate every facet of the world around me, remind me Lord that I will always reap what I sow. Help me to sow love in the face of hatred. Remind me that every small gesture I make or step I take matters. Let the works of my hands and the meditations of my heart bring you glory and honor. Teach me how to see. Teach me how to listen. Teach me how to hear. Help me to return love to those who sow dishonesty, disloyalty and hatred. Lord help me to gain a heart of wisdom that overflows only in your love.
We are Loved. We were created to Love. We are not mistakes. We are perfectly created in the image of God. Gods plans for us are good.
In this climate of the daily increase of division, hatred and political vitriol, let us all remember the Oneness in which we were created. Let us put away all hypocrisy and keep our hearts and meditations on love and unity. Neither Father, Son or the blessed Holy Spirit are American politicians. All it takes is a little pressure and out of the mouth bursts the truths of what the heart full of.
Thinking about Black history month and the amazing black women that have been and continue to impact my life in such wonderful ways! Women in ministry, women in the arts, poets, authors and First Ladies. Do you know Madam CJ Walker? How about George Floyd?
