In Praise of Green
(Along with this prompt, I am deciding to use Mark 11: 12-14 as inspiration for this prayer).
"Praise the Lord!…Mountains and all hills, fruit trees and all cedars! Wild animals and all cattle, creeping things and flying birds! Kings of the earth and all peoples, princes and all rulers of the earth! Young men and women alike, old and young together! Let them praise the name of the Lord…"
We sing with the Psalmist our praises to you, O God.
As the fig tree stands in the shadow of early morning sun. Her leaves full and green.
What a strange time it is to be so joyful, God. The Earth is pulling out pastels and highlighters from the drawer, dusting them off, and doodling so much color upon the ground.
She stands tall and proud. Confident. In control of her timing and gifts.
What a funny season to be so sad. It is a week just like any other. Life is only as hard as we make it, right? What is it they say? The grass is always greener on the other side. Just help me get through this week God, so I can lay down in the greener grass….
As a man approaches the fig tree standing there so proud. Happy to see a visitor, she gives a stretch and a gentle rustle in the warm breeze. But his look of disappointment captures her eye. And he walks away angry.
For the budding of first flowers, and for the silvery dew upon the green grass, we praise you, God. For the opportunity to walk with you one day at a time, we praise you, God.
In seasons of abundance and in seasons of waiting, help us to stand tall and weather the storm;
praying that, in time, we will bear fruit for your Kingdom.