They were alive, despite every reason they should be dead. They didn’t look sad.Īstonishingly, they were upright, vital, and purple. And I could hardly believe my eyes! Somehow, some way, they didn’t look like they did yesterday. Later that night, I checked in on them again they looked the same. I prayed for little flowers and then lugged all my trip baggage inside. Those little symbols of hope and life -I ruined.ĭropping my luggage, I ran inside for water and dumped it in the lifeless pot. But, when I got home from the long trip, all I could see as I pulled into my driveway was… the way-wilted and dried-up purple flowers that looked about as sad as I felt. I moved my thoughts away from plants and decided to enjoy my vacation. So, I let go of worry, because that’s really all one can do if they want to experience joy. Many a morning, I snuggled up with a hot coffee, my bible and a clear view to those cheer-me-up flowers.īut what would happen after a week with no water? I didn’t want to think about the repercussions. Those little purple flowers bring me such joy. But the purple ones, under my porch? Oh man, I hoped they would live. I knew the white variety that lined the front hedge of my house would be fine the rain would hit them. I don’t know why I was worried it was a small issue in the grand scheme of things, but, still, I kept thinking back to home…to the flowers I planted before I left. Nearly all vacation long, I couldn’t stop worrying. He has also set eternity in the human heart yet no one can fathom what God has done from beginning to end.” (Ecclesiastes 3:11 NIV). "He has made everything beautiful in its time.
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