Toward the Sun.
As I walked along an old logging road, grass now growing up the center and both edges lined with daisies, I couldn't help but notice that all the daisies were facing in one direction. With this road bordered by forest all around, I realized that these flowers would get sunlight for a good portion of the day, but also always only coming from one direction. You guessed it, it doesn't take a scientist to come to the conclusion: these flowers were turning toward the sun.
These flowers were turning toward the sun. There was something about it that just hit the heart. Does anyone else ever just keep the notes section open in your phone with a running array of one liners or words. That afternoon I just wrote "Turning towards the sun". I wanted to be able to think further on that. It felt so right. Almost every plant does it to some extent, why would it be different with me? I've been thinking a whole ton about soul health recently. I think maybe that's what my soul really needs, is this turning towards the sun. Of course, somewhat metaphorically -- actually sun light is good, no doubt about that, but positioning ourselves to receive from Jesus. Positioning ourselves to feel the warmth, to feel the emanating love, to capture the beauty and reflect it.
Perhaps, though, to long for the sun is of greater importance. Without it, we're not growing well, lacking nutrients. I want to be ever reaching towards the sun (input Jesus) because I know without it, I'm lacking. I need my daily dose, to feel, to be filled. Those daisies grew there because the path was cleared and there was space for the light to come through; you don't find many daisies in the forest, in fields and hillside, sure thing, but there's something about the light that brings them to life. Without it, they're nothing. I want to long to not only grow towards Jesus, but to long for His presence and light in my life. I have to be on the right path, for soul health, for growth, to be changed.
Another week gone by, it was early morning, the house was quiet, as it usually is when I've just gotten home from a birth. Here I find myself again. There was only one window in the house that a good patch of sunlight was streaming through and suddenly I found myself: Just wanting to be in. The. Sun. It didn't matter that the only place the sun happened to be was in one square of space on the wood floor. I kid you not, I gave up the very comfortable couch only two feet away for a section of hard wood floor in my living room to sit cross-legged with my coffee in hand. Sometimes it's moments like that that you know you're doing life really well or you've gone bonkers. In my case, probably both. But it didn't matter. And I want more of that. To purposely place myself in the sun. To come to life, even if just ever so slightly from gazing on His goodness, receiving truth, setting aside time to soak it up, coming out of the forest, or off the couch, to face towards the one who delights in me and created the sun.
These flowers were turning toward the sun. There was something about it that just hit the heart. Does anyone else ever just keep the notes section open in your phone with a running array of one liners or words. That afternoon I just wrote "Turning towards the sun". I wanted to be able to think further on that. It felt so right. Almost every plant does it to some extent, why would it be different with me? I've been thinking a whole ton about soul health recently. I think maybe that's what my soul really needs, is this turning towards the sun. Of course, somewhat metaphorically -- actually sun light is good, no doubt about that, but positioning ourselves to receive from Jesus. Positioning ourselves to feel the warmth, to feel the emanating love, to capture the beauty and reflect it.
Perhaps, though, to long for the sun is of greater importance. Without it, we're not growing well, lacking nutrients. I want to be ever reaching towards the sun (input Jesus) because I know without it, I'm lacking. I need my daily dose, to feel, to be filled. Those daisies grew there because the path was cleared and there was space for the light to come through; you don't find many daisies in the forest, in fields and hillside, sure thing, but there's something about the light that brings them to life. Without it, they're nothing. I want to long to not only grow towards Jesus, but to long for His presence and light in my life. I have to be on the right path, for soul health, for growth, to be changed.
Another week gone by, it was early morning, the house was quiet, as it usually is when I've just gotten home from a birth. Here I find myself again. There was only one window in the house that a good patch of sunlight was streaming through and suddenly I found myself: Just wanting to be in. The. Sun. It didn't matter that the only place the sun happened to be was in one square of space on the wood floor. I kid you not, I gave up the very comfortable couch only two feet away for a section of hard wood floor in my living room to sit cross-legged with my coffee in hand. Sometimes it's moments like that that you know you're doing life really well or you've gone bonkers. In my case, probably both. But it didn't matter. And I want more of that. To purposely place myself in the sun. To come to life, even if just ever so slightly from gazing on His goodness, receiving truth, setting aside time to soak it up, coming out of the forest, or off the couch, to face towards the one who delights in me and created the sun.
I want to flourish. And I want to turn and position myself in a place that can happen.
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