As I was running early this morning, just before the path wraps around the pond, a potted red chrysanthemum sat on this wooden bench, an intended surprise for someone, a yellow bow tied tightly around its red foil wrapping. Ah, I mused, a reminder of how precious that person is, an unexpected gift of autumn flowers on a bench. What a creative way to say “I love you.” Someone deliberately went to a lot of work and detail to transform an ordinary walk into a special occasion. It didn’t just happen. Love compels a person to do such things.
And then I rounded the bend. The trees above me radiated with sunlight, standing brilliant and bold against the bluest of skies. I bathed in the visible display of light, color and the textures of majestic trees planted long before I was even born, exploding in a prism of beauty right on schedule. It was no longer an ordinary Tuesday jog, but a breathless realization of wonder. It didn’t just happen. Love compels God to do such things. There is a wildness in God’s mercy.
For you shall go out in joy,
and be led forth in peace;
the mountains and the hills before you
shall break forth into singing,
and all the trees of the field shall clap their hands,
Isaiah 55.12
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