Soul Spring Magic

“I love to think of nature as an unlimited broadcasting station, through which God speaks to us every hour, if we only will tune in.” — George Washington Carver

Green grass. Tall trees. Big bushes. A few nondescript flowers. It is a typical, unassuming backyard—until Spring Magic starts.

Suddenly, the calmness is shattered by the reverberations of a blood-red door slamming and the pistol-crack of a latch being sprung. A gate explodes open as a young man rushes into the yard and throws himself onto the ground. In an exhausting battle with tormenting thoughts, the young man beats his head, muddled from the turbulence of life and with his palms on its brow, against the ground. He grabs at his hair and tugs in vain as if trying to pull life’s worries and pressures out of his head like weeds.

The cedar gate swings again upon its hinges—this time slowly and quietly—and re-clasps itself, a soft click sounding as the latch secures. Then, gently, methodically, patiently, the magic of nature’s repose begins its work upon the still-churning soul of the backyard garden’s owner.

O my God! his heart cries out, his contorted face and the veins protruding in his arms the only visible clues to the wild, rushing thoughts screaming inside. Everything is going haywire! My rent’s due my dog’s sick my boss is pressuring me my wife’s stressed my main client’s fuming my kids are acting like spoiled brats…


The man’s eyes shoot open and his arms fling to his sides as the seemingly audible command gently works its way into his thoughts. Propped on his elbows, he scans the area, searching for the unbidden visitor.

He sees nothing but nature.

A soft breeze whispers through the tops of the oaks bordering the garden, the gentle sway lulling his agitated heart to rest. He lets his head fall slowly back into the soft blanket of grass and listens. A dull-red cardinal, the female, swoops peacefully across the yard with a quiet whoosh and flutters into a tall, thin arborvitae with a worm in her mouth as her young sing out a chorus of thankful chirps. Sitting atop a gently rocking electrical line strung above the garden, a soft gray-brown house wren encouragingly adds its bubbly, piccolo-like titter to the soothing symphony of nature. A cheerful robin sitting atop an evergreen bush, refusing to be outdone in avian kindness, offers to the young man a song of his own, a bright song from deep within his red breast that seems to say, “If God takes care of the birds of the air, how much more will He take care of you.” In this gentle counterattack of the sights and sounds of nature, the young man’s face finally relaxes.

But only for a moment.

I can’t take it any more! The gentle tug of nature’s peace is broken by another barrage of thoughts and his body thrashes again upon the hard ground. It’s too much to handle! My kids’ pants barely reach their ankles, my wife’s dresses are out of style, my shoes are worn, the seams on my shirts are fraying, all our clothes are stained…

“Peace. Be still.”

Again the inaudible voice breaks through the din of his mental battle and the young man stops tossing and turning. As he lies, still panting, upon the lawn, the soft carpet of grass massages his back, and the sweet, grassy smell wafts to his nostrils, its light sweep across his face smoothing the creases in his brow. The nearby roses release a calming perfume into the air as they reach their limbs toward the warm morning sun. The blossoms covering the spiraea like snow raise their aroma in a gesture of rejoicing for the sunlight streaming through the soft, puffy clouds. The young man smells more than sees the newly-sprouted cucumber and zucchini plants as they yawn, stretching themselves out of their receiving blankets of soil, shaking out of their new-born fibers the long winter slumber they’ve spent in their seed-wombs, readying themselves for a productive and fulfilling summer life. “If God so clothes the plants of the field, how much more will he clothe you.” The young man rubs his arms lightly, the veins diminishing little by little as the gentleness of nature’s diversionary assault on his olfactory senses gradually overwhelms the attack on his mind.

But the young man’s enemy, though in the throes of defeat, refuses to surrender. It regathers its strength for yet another attack.

What am I to do? Like an abating spring storm, the intensity of his thoughts, though weakening, is still strong. There are so many things needing my attention. The house needs a new roof; and my scalp does, too. My teeth need new fillings; while my romantic side needs new feelings. My car needs a new battery; but my spirit just needs recharging…

“Peace. Be still. And know that I am God.”

This time the young man lets the still, small voice penetrate deep into his soul. The spicy-woodsy smell of the cedar fence envelops him in its strong arms and rekindles the fiery strength latent in his spirit. The shoulder-high cedar pickets, topped with sharp points, stand guard over his time of repose like tawny pikemen, keeping the proverbial phantoms and demons at bay, giving trust and faith time to gel in his soul. The breeze has ceased and he looks toward the sky where the treetops draw solidly together over him, covering him in an impregnable canopy, offering a safe and secure place to rest and re-strengthen as he fellowships with the divine. Beyond the treetops, beyond the clouds, the peaceful blue sky blankets him with an eternal trust and peace. “The Lord is a Refuge for the oppressed, a Refuge in time of trouble, a Strengthener in time of battle.”

A short time passes, and the violent thoughts are finally, utterly vanquished.

All right then, he murmurs gratefully in a long, deliberate sigh that blows away the last remains of the tempestuous thoughts. He sits up and looks around.


I feel much better.



Ready to press on…

Knowingly, the cedar gate unclasps itself and swings wide. The arborvitae standing next to it gently waves one of its bottom branches, beckoning, encouraging the young man to now return, refreshed and energized, to his house and to his life.

As the young man obeys the branch waving in the breezeless air, he walks slowly, calmly, relishing in the new-found beauty of this formerly typical, plain-Jane backyard: the verdant carpet of blue-green Kentucky fescue; the border of towering, venerable oaks and uplifting, soothing arborvitae; the accents of perfectly-shaped evergreen globe arborvitae and soft spiraea bursting with blossoms; the yard-sized bouquet comprised of fragrant lavender dwarf lilacs, invigorating burgundy and ivory hybrid tea roses, and splashes of petunias in purple and pink. The backyard has been magically transformed into a garden of Gods’ peace and comfort.

The young man passes through the open gate, then stops suddenly, his hand upon the knob of the wine-colored door, a look of utter amazement upon his face. He whips his head around and stares in disbelief at the one branch still waving while the others remain motionless, and at the gate swinging slowly shut, both as if stirred by a gentle breeze.

But there is no breeze.

He smiles, thankful for nature’s parting reminder that the breeze of the Spirit is always with him, whether he senses it or not.

Just before entering the house and softly closing the door, he watches as, in the already perfectly calm air, the tree stops waving its branch, the gate gently swings closed, and the latch quietly clicks shut.



Notes and Attributions:

The peceful garden image replete with gorgeous flowers and a soft carpet of grass encircling a stalwart tree is used by permission from Tim Burt of the “Today’s Fresh Mana” blog.

“Nature’s quiet beauty brings serenity to the soul.”

I saw this quote on a coffee mug at work. It seems so appropriate I thought I’d add it.


“The sound of birds stops the noise in my mind.” -Carly Simon

(as quoted on Twitter —


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  1. This is such a beautiful story! Awww the way it captures the anxieties of man! Wow, it’s like you dove into my head and mined my darks thoughts, in a gorgeous display of hope. I hated church and I hated God because I felt abandoned by my congregation and punished by my best friend.
    I was a Christian once, but the fluffy problems and the victim blaming that I encountered pushed me away just enough to allow the darkest of nights to fill my soul. I was left out cold to freeze to death infront a glittery aulter, feeling alone, abondoned, and blamed for my grief.
    The god you describe in this passage is the god I hoped for but never found.
    Truly beautiful :,)

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    1. Thanks for the comments and compliments. I’m sorry it’s taken me so long to reply. It’s been a busy week at work; but even more than that, I have so much I want to share I don’t know where to begin… or where to end…

      I want to tell you how glad I am that you were touched so deeply…

      I want to express my sorrow at the negative experience you had with that church and with those who were supposed to be His representatives on this earth… but failed miserably…

      I want to vent my righteous indignation and dissappintment in those who should have shown you the Way to a personal and intimate relationship with a loving and forgiving and understanding God rather than abuse you with condmenation and judgmentalism and self-righteousness…

      I want to explain to you the difference between Christianity as a religion ABOUT God (your experience), versus Christianity as a personal relationship WITH God (my experience)…

      I want to share with you my experiences fellowshipping intimately with this awesome God of mine over the past 40+ years that I’ve known Him…

      But most importantly, I want to give you a fresh introduction to the true God of this universe in which each of us is, at least to Him, an individual and magnificent star…

      In other words, my reply has blossomed into more of a full-blown blog post; or more acurately, a series of blog posts. I guess that’s one of the ways I know I’m a blogger! 🙂

      Stay tuned!

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      1. Thank you for your words 🙂 and your support! I can’t wait to guest you on my blog ^_^


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