God's Plan for Each Day

You think your days fly by. Time is flying.  No time to finish chores. No time to rest. You know, I wanted everyone to lie down in grassy fields and watch the clouds drift by on a sunny afternoon.  No one stops to smell the breezes; the fragrance of flowers mixed with grasses and waving fields of grain can be intoxicating. I thought you’d be able to tell lavender from hyssop, sage from basil.  I’m not making days go faster.  Your hours are lost in lines of traffic, lines in banks and stores and doctor’s offices.  Punctuated by honking horns, anger, and pressure.  My children have pills to amp them up and slow them down.

To do lists.  Those are not my idea.  Crossing things off the list, running running running.  Try this, my children.  Go outside.  Sit down.  Talk to me.  Listen to me.   Smile. I love your smiles.  Hear the music that rides on the breeze.  I’m something of a composer.  Birds. Wind rustling through trees.   Take a moment to watch a leaf float to the ground, to watch the sun dodge behind a cloud and pop back out.  The seasons change and demonstrate My consistency.  Right now things are starting to wake back up. I renewed them as they slept through the winter. I whispered to the flowers as they slept, developing new bulbs, preparing for this splendid spring. Spring. Earth's redemption. Type and shadow of second chances and outrageous hope. As you sit and listen to my orchestra of life, remember I love you.  The earth isn’t broken.  It’s just struggling to breathe through all the activities of man.  When you go inside, do me a favor.  Don’t listen to the news.  Just don’t. Be choosy about the things you entertain.  I sang great music into the minds of famous composers.  Like prophets, they created the sounds of my heart.  I have a sound. Sing with me.  I call to you. I want your attention, your response as the sound becomes more urgent.  I can whisper.  I can sing.  Its almost time to roar!