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God speaks through nature

The flowers were in bloom, looking as bright as the sun. Just the remedy I needed for the gloom that had overshadowed my heart for months.

I live in a day where people wear anxiety like a cloak. A covering for all our fears and insecurities. I got so used to the cloak, I couldn’t differentiate it from my skin. These things weigh down the soul.

The trip was a necessary escape. A call to something more than the everyday mundane life. A call to explore, to reason together, to see how He takes care of the flowers, which are prettier than adorned queens.

God speaks through nature. My breath caught in my lungs as I looked as far as my eyes could see. The hills, covered in emerald green vegetations. The skies, a stunning shade of blue with silver highlights. The waterfalls, roaring with the fierceness of life. Indeed, spring had sprung, and my heart was gladdened.

I fell in love with the flowers from the first time I saw them in Oyo state. It was as if they were tryna tell me to live in the now. Yes, they were gonna last for only a short time. But they didn’t let this stop them from blossoming. Why then do we let the weight of life, jobs, bills, etc. stop us from flourishing right here and now?

“Arise [from spiritual depression to a new life], shine [be radiant with the glory and brilliance of the LORD ]; for your light has come, And the glory and brilliance of the LORD has risen upon you.”

-Isaiah 60:1 AMP

Question for the day:

What’s stopping your light from breaking forth?

Love,

M.❤️

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