Friday, June 01, 2007

daisies

You can probably tell, can't you...that I'm going through a difficult time. I've not been writing, singing, creating. Seems like my insides have drained out my toes, like water escaping from a tub. I am being an empty tub.

I ambled along the Lakeshore alone tonight...well alone and together. You know :) So glad of that. The bushes and flowers were beyond beautiful. As they say to do, I did: I stopped to smell them. But they did not have a scent.

What happens when you stop to smell the roses but the roses don't smell?
What do you do then?

Flowers give off scents to attract certain pollenators to them (like bees). Once they've been pollenated they discontinue their scented ways, then the flowers fall. The plant has been set up for another season of growth and new blooms, the flowers have done their jobs and can now rest up for next year. All we're left with is a big, healthy, green, non-smelly plant.

I saw some of my favourites, daisies, but picking them isn't allowed. So I walked on and about an hour later I was back at the daisies. I was crying by then, attempting to let out all this mysterious stress...and there were the daisies all lovely and happy and cared for. How I ached to put one in my hair. And then I stopped.

a daisy for me on the ground

Picking it up my tears changed their tone a bit. Joy began to stream gently down my cheeks: He remembered me. I walked on taking in the various versions of love all around me. There were friends chatting, lovers cuddling or walking hand in hand, families slowly keeping up with their toddlers...and there was me, just me, happy to be by myself and yet somehow sad to be the only one walking without an other. And then I stopped.

three more daisies friends for my other daisy on the ground

In awe of God's timing I walked on and cried for the reality of it all. Life is hard but it is also continually full of God's care, provision and goodness.

"If flowers have the finest clothes,
and birds they sing 'cause they have food
then how do I think that I'll escape Your care?
You're there."

1 Comments:

At 8:57 AM , Blogger Kimberley said...

i shouldn't read your blog at work. You made me cry.

This is so beautiful. I love you, sister. And I am so thankful He gave you daisies...

 

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