November-- the month when my huge jacaranda tree starts showering purple blooms in my front yard. I think this is one beautiful episode in my garden. Instead of snow flakes, I have purple flakes all about me in my little world.
I get so amazed year after year with this phenomenon. That's why as always during this time of the year, I usually step out of my front door in the morning. Oh, wow! So amazing-- because all I can hear is silence and the thumping of my heart. And all I can see is my towering jacaranda tree as it dances gently with the morning breeze. This is one kind of a priceless moment indeed!
I lingered for awhile and just watched my jacaranda tree shower my yard with its purple blooms. What a lovely thing to watch as every bloom that falls add up to the purple-ness of my lawn. I told to myself, it won't be much longer. I’d be counting each day and hopefully when my birthday comes, I might be walking on a totally purple ground. Yay!! It was good I had already called the mowing guy to cut the grass two weeks ago, hence, his machine would not disturb the stillness of the purple bloom.
I whispered to God once more how happy I am for His gift to me on my birth month year after year. I also thank Him for the strikingly beautiful blessing.
As each bloom falls to the ground, I think of one blessing after another God gives to me day after day, year after year. I could not count them all. He is someone who gives generously and not grudgingly. ...How could I ever thank Him enough?
Just then in the midst of my sweet meditations of Him, a bird flew by. Did I hear it sing a song? I thought I did. Or was it my heart singing a song of praise to Him?
Yes, it was my heart singing Alleuia, alleuia...
God alone deserves my praise, my highest praise. Praise you Father... bless you Jesus...thank you Holy Spirit for being here with me.
