Flourishing or Flailing?

While struggling to pull out dandelions I have always been amazed at how their outward flimsiness belies their power and tenacity. Those weak looking weeds are really tough guys! Not only are they hard to dig out, they even grow during drought and in a matter of weeks produce tremendous quantities of seeds to ensure their future generations. They are flourishing!

Their secret is not in looking good or being loved and cultivated by the general public. Dandelions like palm trees have roots that penetrate tough soils and draw moisture from deep below the surface. They thrive in spite of opposition. Then they astonish us with their lace like seed balloons ready to start new generations!

In this Psalm God gives a promise for when we enter our later years. He reminds us that old age need not be synonymous with weakness. God’s assurance is that if our roots reach down deeply into our relationship with Him that this may be the most fruitful and amazing time in all of life. We don’t need to just flail along through life’s race. We can be flourishing all the way through the final lap when He brings us home!

They are planted in the house of the Lord ; they flourish in the courts of our God. They still bear fruit in old age; they are ever full of sap and green, to declare that the Lord is upright; he is my rock, and there is no unrighteousness in him. Ps 92:13-‬15

A Little of God’s All

Overflowing joy! When was the last time you honestly remember experiencing joy like that? I know for me it has been way too long. Maybe those extremely poor believers who Paul had befriended discovered that just as Jesus had said “It is more blessed to give than to receive.”. Maybe they found that giving all of their little gave them a chance to receive a little of God’s all and it was more than they could have ever imagined!

There is a River

In our rush to go where we think we need to be some days we whizz by with barely a glance out our window. Our goals insist we hurry. But in our rush we just might be missing the plans of God. His plans are like an overflowing river if will just pull off to the side of our road to see them. Their source is before time in the far distant mountains of eternity. Their goal is beyond our horizon and empties into the sea of His forgiveness and love.

There is a river whose streams shall make glad the city of God, The holy place of the tabernacle of the Most High. Psalms 46:4