Even as I’m vacuuming up and shredding the fallen leaves, the buds of the next season’s blooms are already pushing their way through the barren branches. The tiny bumps hardly show, covered by thick scales like the form of a child’s angular limbs under a warm quilt.
We rarely ever give unadorned branches and trees a second thought because we tend to give the skeletal winter garden only cursory glances from inside our insular homes. Nevertheless, take the time to gaze up close as through a magnifying glass. Each gnarly, bare tree isn’t naked at all! It is waiting, patiently gifting the garden floor with its leafy mulch, its roots sucking, storing the winter moisture, digging an anchor, providing a steady, ready-set-go stance, firmly entrenched against the seasonal storms.
These trees are far from dead! Eerily quiet, without their canopy of rustling leaves, the trunk, branches, and roots are manufacturing a new garment, a coat of many spring colors.
Like the trees with their”mulchy” blanket, prepare yourself for your next season in life. You’ll probably then bloom like you’ve never bloomed before!
Are you ready to bloom?
. . . speaking the truth in love, we will grow to become in every respect the mature body of him who is the head, that is, Christ. From him the whole body, joined and held together by every supporting ligament, grows and builds itself up in love, as each part does its work.