It occurred to me that I haven't done a proper Sunday post for a few weeks. I was sitting in church this morning, waiting for the Mass to start, when I read something on the front of the bulletin which struck a chord with me.
Despite the fact that I try to make light of what's happening around here, my life really is in a state of flux at the moment. It's a bit like living in continual limbo. I seem to be playing a waiting game, and other than wait, and hope for an outcome which suits everybody, there's not a lot I can do about it.
So I was quite uplifted to read this. See what you think - it might be what you needed to hear today as well:
In ancient Israel the almond was known as the 'Watchful Tree' (Jer. 1:11) because it was the first tree to flower - the earliest sign of Spring. Patience is not a very fashionable quality in our fast-paced world of goals and deadlines. Most men persue pleasure with such breathless haste that they hurry past it. And it's well worth rediscovering the art of slowing down. Growing flowers, plants or herbs from seed is a good way to learn patience, because you can't hurry the seasons. Just as the Israelites watched the almond tree for the first signs of life, so you must wait for nature to do her work. So much goes on beneath the bark and below the soil that we can't see. The lesson is that the key to patience is faith. 'Strengthen your patience with understanding' wrote St. Peter Damien, 'and look forward serenely to the joy that comes after sadness'. And indeed, after the long winter, comes the almond blossom. When you see the first signs of life emerge from the soil, or the first flowering of the year, say a prayer of thanks that your waiting and watchful patience have been rewarded.