This morning at breakfast I noticed the tiny leaves on a pecan tree in our back yard. What a happy sight! The pecans don’t bud out until all danger of frost is over, signaling that spring has arrived. At lunch I turned slightly backwards and saw that our sweet gum tree also had tiny leaves, then I looked up to the top of this 30-foot tree, where larger though still small leaves appeared easily visible. I realized that as I’m watching what happens in the part of the yard where it’s easy for me to see, that I’m missing what’s happening a little behind my back as I sit at our table.
The thought occurred to me that if I were Moses on the back side of the desert tending sheep, and the upper leaves on the sweet gum were my burning bush, would I have missed it? Would I have been too busy looking the wrong direction to see it? Burning bushes come to all of us, but we must open our eyes to the whole horizon to see them. We can’t only look for them at church or when reading our Bible. We must keep our spirits sensitive to the Holy Spirit so that He will nudge us to look in the right direction, wherever our burning bush may be.