Who’s the toughest flower on this rustic northern property, the last flower standing?
Some late season down-to-earth Daisy type?
Some wild weed with wiry stem and iron willed roots?
A leftover mum?
Maybe a geranium?
Nope. None of the above.
There she stands, where she’s held firm since early spring, when, nurtured in mere builder’s sand beneath paving, she elbowed her way up through a crack between patio stones.
Barely noticed through summer’s show, hidden in shadows and watered mostly by fickle rain, she survived, even thrived through heat and chill and soggy and parched and everything in between.
Killer frost hit weeks ago. Snowflakes have already feathered down. Summer storms and late hurricane winds buffeted yard and garden.
Mighty trees fell, but she remains!
Member of the Shrinking Violets Club. “Accident” of last year’s seed scatter (who knows how?) Grand champion, longest running bloom-and-re-bloom. She has much to teach us, Miss Pansy.
Let us listen to the lesson of her little life:
Ten Tips from a Powerful Posy:
1- You are not an accident. God knew all about you long before you sprouted. Don’t forget this. You were made for glory in your corner.
2- If you’re painfully aware of your frailty and smallness, good! The Maker’s “power is made perfect in weakness” (2 Cor 12:9-10).
3- Be the best that you can be, but don’t seek the brightest spotlight. It isn’t healthy. Just settle into wherever God wants you and be how He made you, and He will sustain and prosper you.
4- Appreciate your environment. It might look rocky and depleted, but it’s what’s beneath the surface that counts.
5- When the heat of the day or the fury of hurricane winds beat hard on life, hide in His shadow “till these calamities pass by.”
6- Anchor to the Rock that’s way stronger than you. Sink your roots around Him. Cling close.
7- Let what’s poured from above nourish you. Good flower-soul food from a watering can bloomed me lush, and keeps me going now. Your soul needs regular feeding, too.
8- Leave seeds of your life to benefit others when you’re finally gone.
9- Praise the Maker from Whom all blessings flow.
10- And exude thanks, like I do.
~for planting me in my own little corner of the world.
~for being the power in my weakness.
~for sustaining and prospering me right where I am.
~for the places in my life that looked so rocky and bare, but that hid great treasure.
~for being my shelter in a time of storm.
~for being the rock to which I can anchor, through all the storms of life.
~for the nourishment of His word and His Spirit.
~for giving my heart thankfulness.