My tree continues to grow buds. Besides the one bloom, she has yet to cover herself in pink wonder just yet. I am waiting, eagerly but patiently. I know what is in store. I know it will be glorious. I know it will bring me great delight.
As I wait, I think about the prayer written by Pierre Teilhard de Chardin.
Above all, trust in the slow work of God.
We are quite naturally impatient in everything
to reach the end without delay.
We should like to skip the intermediate stages.
We are impatient of being on the way to something
unknown, something new.
And yet it is the law of all progress
that it is made by passing through
some stages of instability—
and that it may take a very long time.
And so I think it is with you;
your ideas mature gradually—let them grow,
let them shape themselves, without undue haste.
Don’t try to force them on,
as though you could be today what time
(that is to say, grace and circumstances
acting on your own good will)
will make of you tomorrow.
Only God could say what this new spirit
gradually forming within you will be.
Give Our Lord the benefit of believing
that his hand is leading you,
and accept the anxiety of feeling yourself
in suspense and incomplete.
As the weather is keeping many of us indoors and asking us to slow, may our hearts trust and say yes to the gentle rhythm of our souls.