Last spring (after I got out of my spring semester, actually), I read a book called Captivating. One chapter spoke of how God longs to romance the soul of every human, and he sends gifts to us just as an admirer or significant other would. A bunch of roses. A sticky note on the fridge or the bathroom mirror. A peck on the cheek while making dinner. This month, I feel God has been sending me one of those same lovenotes.
There are these two trees that sit just outside my window, but there is a third one on of their kind on our property. They are beautiful trees, with stunning branch structure (I'm a nerd, I know). Their leaves are a dark purple, which is what first really attracted me to them. I don't know what to call the trees. Our gardener calls them ornamental plums. The tree trimmer called them oaks. Their blossoms remind me of sakura.
Now, with having recently redone my room, I tend to keep my blinds open more often than I did in times gone by. I'm proud of my room, what can I say? With the way weather is around here, it took until January/February for these trees to completely lose their leaves. But almost as soon as March started, their blooms arrived. Beautiful, tiny pink blossoms. The bees apparently like them, too, but that doesn't bother me. I can still look. And there are more blossoms every day. Some have started to fall, and they leave a dusting of pink petals on the grass. Tiny purple leaves grow in their wake. And when I look at those trees, I can hear God telling me that he made those trees bloom just for me. He sends those blossoms to me and causes their petals to drift so peacefully so that I can have a little message that reminds me that God loves me as a man loves his bride. And I know that nothing can separate me from the love of God (Romans 8:38-39).