The beauty that surrounds us because of the rush of rain storms this year is evident for sure. We see our once dry brown and barren hills glimmering with a radiant green rarely seen around these parts. Most of the hills are either scattered with California poppies or totally covered from top to bottom with this delicate gold flower. There has been an explosion of colors all over our county. I not only see treasures of gold everywhere, but lavender ornamental flowers and delicate yellow and white blossoms displayed in this magnificent scene. What a joy it is to drive down my hill each day and bask in the elegance that has overtaken the landscape. The lake nearby is full and like glass most days. Butterflies are now as prevalent in the valley and city as flies are on the ranch. Sometimes they dance around the cars in traffic and I hold my breath so not to hit them.
I didn’t realize how much I missed the rain and the artistry it brings. Most winters are dry… maybe a few days of sprinkling here and there, leaving nothing for growth and then another hot summer burns the land even more. However, this year was different for the outpouring of water brought abundant life! From the dead, shriveled ground came forth an untold beauty, so much so that people drove for miles to see it.
What Beauty Is Being Hidden?
How curious it is to think hidden beneath the cold, hard earth is a beauty we rarely behold. Dormant seeds anxiously waiting to sprout, forever hoping that this is the year. A beauty submerged in perpetual dust and valueless plants that no one is aware of because it is thoroughly concealed… a beauty desiring to be adored, but left lonely and desolate instead.
The metaphor here cannot be neglected…for that is how we live at times; under the thick filth and undesirable weeds of our past, never fully believing we are beauty filled. We view ourselves as valueless and unwanted like the troublesome plant that invades a meadow. This deception invades our heart though, bruising and crippling it so it cannot comprehend the beauty it holds. The wounds are deep, the misery real, and we rarely search for healing. But as the rain storms flooded the hills, bringing forth life and rejuvenation to decades of dry earth, Christ pours out His Spirit upon you so your soul can be refreshed and secure a place of peace. You see, God is the keeper of beauty and he longs for it to heal. You need not hide any longer, afraid to come forth with your pain. Do not allow despair to keep you concealed from Christ who came to heal your brokenness. Remember the heart of One who has pursues you and offers a design of tranquility and love instead.
I pray you will embrace these words from Scritpture and begin to live a life in abundance …one overflowing with fullness from Christ.
“Forget the former things; do not dwell on the past. See, I am doing a new thing! Now it springs up; do you not perceive it? I am making a way in the desert and streams in the wasteland.” Isaiah 43: 18-19