I wrote this poem just after flying some birds and squirrels out of my way on the walk to church on the forbidden back route behind Hancock (sorry mom).
I will disrupt nature to come to you. The squirrels were feeding. Birds were chirping among themselves on the rocks. Snow lined the path on both sides. And each step I took, dispersed the snow. Dispersed the birds. Dispersed the squirrels. Disrupted their peace. Put them in motion.
If there's an antonym for you Jesus it's the word "mundane". You are a God of surprises. The one who disrupts our mundane, and adds movement and direction into our ordinary lives.
As I let behind my own mundane, on this path, I am disrupting the mundane of everything else around me.
I am surprising them with what has surprised me, and that surprise, LORD Jesus, my love, is you.
In the midst of a deep winter, I am experiencing the most beautiful springtime.
My fingers are freezing and my face is numbed red, but flowers are blooming on the inside.
Yes, the garden of my heart is being watered
And after the longest season of drought, there is an uncontrollable blossomimg.
"God help me. I am in love."