A few days ago, my husband and I sought out the wonders of spring in the mountains. A trail, historically a pilgrimage for wildflowers, was recommended to us. We hiked all the way to the end of the trail and saw nothing green other than some winter-weary rhododendrons and some scraggly pines that were barely holding on. It was a pleasant hike, but nothing shouted out of the ordinary. Other than the mild temperature, the woods around us appeared to be stuck in the monotones of January.
On the way back to the trailhead and our truck, we spotted a small side trail that did not even appear on the map. We hiked about a mile in, again a nice path, but where were the flowers? A wildflower pilgrimage planned for next week might need to be rescheduled.
We returned home. In the remaining afternoon daylight, Bill washed the vestiges of winter off our old truck. And I headed into our barren yard, littered with branches and sticks from howling winter winds. Time for spring cleanup.
And there, I saw them.
Under disintegrating leaves blown like snowdrifts against the large rocks and amidst large tree limbs crisscrossing the hill, wrestled down by icy storms, in the most unexpected places, I found wildflowers scattered all over the hillside. I assumed there was nothing there. And I almost missed them.
The wonders were already there, and I was just now discovering them.
In our comings and goings, our doings and done, the familiar and ordinary, God sometimes ignites a burning bush on our path to get our attention. He reveals Himself in unexpected ways and in unlikely places. And calls our names.
Our grumbling and complaining blind us not just to the possibilities of so many wonders all around us but the actualities of which we are so unaware. God has given each of us a patch of ground. What do we find there? Not so much wild flowers, but what God has already planted, nurturing throughout the seasons. He surprises us with the evidence of His Presence and faithfulness all around us.
These tiny unexpected flowers manifest hope. Not the wishful thinking of the world, "Oh, everything will be ok." But the steadfast hope of God on whom we can stake our lives. This world is not so barren at all, but thriving and ready to burst forth. Right down to details underfoot and often ignored, God reminds us are not alone.
Fear not, for I am with you. Be not dismayed, for I am your God. I will strengthen you. I will help you. I will uphold you with My righteous right hand. Isaiah 41.10
God guides us on trails not on any map. But we do not aimlessly wander. Our paths are not unknown territory to Him. This place where we are is not a wilderness at all, but where the wild things are. Who or what has He put on our trail today? How is He trying to get our attention?
And then, how do we respond? All of creation rejoices. The trees hold up their arms in praise. The birds sing among the branches. In ancient times, flowers were even carved into the columns of the tabernacle. As God renews the face of the ground, the wonders comprise His manifold witness. The awe we feel is a call to worship. And a reminder of His steadfast love.