The daffodils lift up their trumpets to herald the entry of
spring. This morning it feels like it is responding, as the sun is out, there
is no wind, and the birds are joyfully trilling their songs.
Our Ukrainian guest came in for a coffee. ‘Daffodil’: I
taught her the word for these flowers which bob in the breeze all down the
drive.
‘Like crocodile,’ she laughed.
I wrote the words out. Not really, I showed her, except for
the ending. Then she explained, through words and gestures, that to her the
trumpet of the daff looked like the mouth of a croc.
A thing of joy turned into a thing of terror.
How often do I confuse opportunities which God offers me,
thinking of them fearfully, feeling unequal to the challenges, drawing back?
Oh, to see things as they really are, without the filters of
fear and broken dreams, bad experiences, warped expectations!
Today, Lord, may I sit in the heavenlies at your side. Refresh
my vision so that I gain your perspective and embrace everything you allow to
come my way. May I operate from the position of faith and not fear, in
everything, trusting that underneath are the everlasting arms. Thank you, Lord.
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