Sprig in Ice

Nearly a year has passed since I went to visit Mount Baldy with three friends in the New Year (2009), and I saw this little sprig poking it's way through the snow. Being in California, snow is always a novelty, and I was fascinated by the blue and white hues of the surrounding environ.

It is so easy to think of God when we are allowed to silently exist in His creation; there were kids in the background who could be heard on snow tubes, coasting down the mountain. But if we moved far away enough, it faded away and nothing could really be heard. Neither a bird in flight or a call was heard or seen.

And my eye was caught by the sprig. Standing there in testimony - through the rain, snow, and freezing temperature. Trials were endured, even as they damaged it's bark and threatened it's very life, yet it clung tenaciously to the mountainside and was determined to poke it's boughs through to the sunlight.

Our God is not one of comfort! He says "Come and follow me" and we don't know where He leads us! We humans are creatures of comfort, habit, structure and predictability. Are we supposed just suddenly feel at ease because God says "I've got you; now, come"? Why do you think we are so taken with the image of God as a father, as a daddy?



Original Photo
Mount Baldy, CA

 

Highlighted and Shadows

 

"Warmed" colors

Taken January 2009