My Soul Waits for the Lord

As I look out the window at winter’s barren landscape, I wait……

As I look out the window at springs first blooming, I hope…….

In Psalm 130; 5, I am reminded of this recurring theme of waiting and hoping.

“…..I wait for the Lord, my soul waits, and in his word I hope…..

I am moved as God reveals this to me in the rhythm of the natural world.  I plant bulbs in the winter and wait in hope for blooms to push through the earth in spring, I watch leaves color and die in the fall and wait in hope for the full flush of green leaves to shade our backyard in spring.  As the 4 o’clocks die to the ground in winter, I wait in hope for the sweet evening scent of their flowers on a warm summer evening.  As I watch our pink magnolia earnestly putting out its early spring buds, I wait in hope that a late winter freeze will not kill the beautiful pink flowers.

I’m reminded of a poem by Alan Hovhaness, “I’ve always regarded nature as the clothing of God.”  I see God’s faithfulness as nature waits in hope for Him to clothe his created world in the lush beauty of spring and early summer.  As I observe his faithfulness in the natural world I begin to recognize his faithfulness to me.

As I wait in hope during this Lenten season I intend to cloth myself with his sure promise….”For with the Lord there is steadfast love, and with him is plentiful redemption,” Psalm 130; 7

(c) 2015 Rosemary Conoley