Thoughts from a Nature Walk in June...

Sometimes, when existential questions won't leave me alone, one of the most comforting messages of the Father's creation is that of simply doing what God created it to do. The warbler just warbling and going about its bird business. The cottonwood leafing out every spring, sending forth its flurries of seed fluff, growing inch upon inch, just doing what God created it to do. The milkweed, growing right underneath that bench. The wild bee balm looking over my shoulder - it didn't know I was going to come sit here and enjoy the scent of its rubbed leaves. But it grew anyway because that's where the seed fell, that's where the rain soaked, and that's where the sunshine warmed the earth. And it responded. All of creation performs to the best if its ability. And that's all I am required to do as well. The Lord won't judge the milkweed for not growing as tall as the cottonwood, and He won't judge the warbler for not singing the cardinals' song.