Reflecting on this recently beautiful weather in the greater bay area of California, I found myself looking at the small buds of new beginnings growing on the once barren trees around me. Could it really be the introduction of Spring? The evidence in nature seems to display this is true.
But what about my life? Do I see the same buds of opportunity blooming in the midst of barren winter circumstances? Maybe not quite yet, but I sense them. Sense them?, you might ask. Yes, Sense them. Not in a way that signifies any ounce of “feelings” per se as we all know that feelings can blow to and fro like the wind – sometimes icy and bitter, sometimes warm and gentle. But “sensing” as like a conscious or discerning awareness, or impression.
I think about the new growth in the ground and how it lies dormant for some time much like the ground hog, and peaks it bladed head through the soil. I can only imagine the journey of a seed to sprout and how the seed that desires to become pushes it’s way through dry, hardened ground at times and soft moist soil at others searching for light in it’s tunnel through the darkness. I wonder if it thinks to itself at times, “Will I ever break through?” before it feels the warmth of the sun.
I know I’ve experienced a bit of that in my journey to becoming. Some places in my life have been much harder to break through than others. And some have been easier. Each challenge helping me birth into the person I was created to be. I think about the sunflower and how once it opens it follows the sun through the sky, chasing it’s light and soaking it in. I wonder if that’s why it looks regal amongst the other flowers, so large, so full, standing so tall. I don’t know really but as I think about this Spring in my life that I perceive is upon me, I bask in the words of James Allen where he says, “”The oak sleeps in the acorn, the bird waits in the egg; and in the highest vision of the soul, a waking angel stirs. Dreams are the seedlings of realities.”
Dreams are the seedlings of realities. For every thought, every plan, every desire, every word has planted seeds in the garden of my life. And as I remembered them and added hope, faith and belief to them, they became well watered and fertilized in my life. How I hope there were far more seeds of blossoms rather than weeds. Each dream we dream is a reality in waiting, an expectation! So may I encourage you today to water the seeds of your dreams and to be expectant for your garden of beautiful realities? Winter may seen long and barren but soon enough you will discern the spring in your own life and when you do, make sure you soak in the midst of the sun and bloom.