The flowers out my window catch my eye. I usually give them a passing glance but today I pause to ponder their beauty.
I’m grateful how, even in the midst of soaring temps, while the sizzling heat drains life out of the rest of my garden, these continue to bloom.
Nice to see.
Even if they’re not real.
That’s right. Look closer. Surprise!
I planted these little charmers a while back in preparation for what I knew would be another scorching summer. And, now, here they are in all their yellow loveliness to make me smile while all else is brown and withering.
And, I think of my own heart and why I started a blog about finding inspiration.
Am I like these flowers? Is the person I present to the online world real or fake? Do I write true words? After all, life is not always “coming up roses”. It can be a struggle.
But my soul-searching brings me to this conclusion. I am not a fraud.
I’m simply someone searching for the good, the true, the beautiful. My words are my attempt to overcome the world around me that is brown and withering. I’m a girl in need of hope and I grasp hold whenever I see it. Even if I find it in unlikely places. Like my own backyard.
Or in this tiny bud of a rose, another one clinging to life.
God unveils my eyes to catch a glimpse of the eternal. He touches the earth, my heart, the barren places all around to reveal His presence.
So that here, even in an ordinary bunch of store-bought, plastic flowers, hope grows. And so does my anticipation for a day when the fake ones are unnecessary, a dim and distant memory in light of an ever-present glory.
“He will wipe every tear from their eyes. There will be no more death or mourning or crying or pain, for the old order of things has passed away. He who was seated on the throne said, ‘I am making everything new!’ Then he said, ‘Write this down, for these words are trustworthy and true.'” Rev. 21:4-5 NIV
For L.L. Barkat’s On, In, and Around Mondays.