“Every flower must grow through dirt.” ~ Laurie-Jean Sennott
Who the author is . . . was . . . I cannot say. Nevertheless, her six-word summation of the human condition gives me a growing plan for this day, whether disappointing, difficult, or delightful. (Lamentations 3:22)
Bear with me.
Yes, I am comparing my humble self to a flower; you too gentle reader! For I am not a weed –nor are you!
“A weed is but an unloved flower.” -Ella Wheeler Wilcox
God has told thee and me of His love. Believing it is our choice.
I have loved you with an everlasting love . . . ~Jeremiah 31:3
Like the luscious or lackadaisical flowers, I must grow – for I have a pulse, and therefore a purpose! If you are reading this, you are not without a purpose, either – even if today feels like Arizona in July.
Pain, real or imagined, can wither me faster than salt water laced with vinegar and dish detergent. So can worry, resentment, and doubt – a trio of threatening companions who show up in the early morning to shake me awake. (When Sleep Seems Like the Impossible Dream)
Given my own wobbly faith, I often forget all the times I asked God to show Himself real. But, how He defines REAL and what I meant can be different. Or, I remember too late some setbacks are pop-quizzes so I can know myself. (Deuteronomy 8:2) More lame is the fact I can forget the good advice I like to dispense. So, the quote about flowers and the dirt through which they must grow went well with my coffee.
An aging body need not shelter a withered soul. ~ Psalm 92:13-15
That is why we never give up. Though our bodies are dying, our spirits are being renewed every day. ~ 2 Corinthians 4:16