FOUNTS AMID THE CLOVER

At times I feel I’ve know more deserts and valleys in my life that mountaintops and clover fields of blessing. Plus on many occasions it seems that at times when I do come to some place of presumed rest it turns surreal and macabre too often. This always results in my being more than a little guarded in my expectancy. I think most people could appreciate that.

However I do understand how God is still God and does have the power to work a miracle no matter how desperate the situation. Even when life seems hopeless with the Lord the impossible is always possible.

So what I do try the most is not to concentrate on the clover in such situations. Instead I try waiting to find some refreshment from God’s fount of understanding. By that I mean to allow his spirit to grant me understanding and meaning to the clover and the walk of faith when is my given path.

Sometimes that is easy than others. But I know that some of the richest insights and most personally satisfying have come regardless of the playing field of breath I am experiencing. With experience come a sensitive if we are listening.

For a fount is intended to flow. In spiritual terms it always flows so smoothly and soothingly. And it always points to God.

How said is the person who gets caught up in seeing only the clover and never the hand that created it. That only thinks it was created as reward and never learns to see the fount of wisdom God graces in such situations.

I also appreciate how easy it is for this fount to never flow if you don’t look for it. Some people experience such incredibly joyful moments and never “get it.” God in his mercy will at times still bless that person, but sadly they end up spiritual paupers because they were so caught up smelling the clover they never took time to drink from his fount of revealing.

I’ve seen the people who have been touch in such a way. They are numb and confused and unable to apply logic to the unexpected windfall. Eventually the mind does conjure some reason to explain it.

But without being guided to God’s fount that comes into the soul so overpoweringly at times, the clover remains just another passing moment of life. When it departs the person never is able to preserve the real gold that was intended from such a reward.

We all travel by thought at times. To allow that trip to be wash by the Lord’s fount is a special moment if one allows it to be.

May we all learn when visiting the clover to never stop remember that it won’t last forever, but the Lord’s fount will.