Watching.

A Sumner

With our house, we inherited a Lilly of the Nile bush.  The first year only a few flowers appeared.  The second year, double the blooms.  This year, I've been taking pictures as they start-start-start.  Now popping open.  Some have already revealed themselves.  They transform daily.  Becoming something new overnight.  Only when they are fully open will they become a rich periwinkle.  They have no idea what they are becoming.  I don't want to miss a thing.

A new season has begun in my life, bringing with it great anticipation.   I don't want it to slip by without marking each detail.  It is a gift, this season of writing and stillness, of nature and creativity.  I don't want to miss a thing.  Because, I have no doubt that God is growing in me, something more than I can imagine.