For several years, Tom and I commuted to work. (I don't mind telling you that since I've retired, I kinda miss our drives together.) It wasn't a bad drive, especially since there are a few wooded areas along the way. About the first of March every year Tom has to listen to me expound on how much I love the "green lace" time of year. You know, when the trees are just beginning to bloom.
And now, to me, this is a God-thing: every year while I anticipate green lace, I'm always pleasantly surprised by the burst of purple (lavender, whatever, "purple" fit in the title). There's one stretch on the road home that must be at least a half mile of trees singing God's praises as loudly as they can. And I love it!
But this year was a little different, at least for me. This year I realized how much I enjoy not just looking, but seeking, the purple in the plain in early spring. Most of all, I like seeing its gently colored blooms among the latent limbs around it. You have to really look, seek, to find it.
That's kind of how life can be sometimes, isn't it? We have to seek moments of mystery amid the mundane. For example, I don't get excited about loading the dishwasher until I remember we never dreamed it would last ten years when we bought the house.
Have you sought out and seen the purple in the plain lately? What's your first reaction when you see it? Do you want to share it some way, or clasp its beauty to your breast?
7 “Ask, and it will be given to you; seek, and you will find; knock, and it will be opened to you.