Consider how the wild flowers grow. They do not labor or spin. Yet I tell you, not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these. Luke 12:27

As this summer progresses, I’m eternally grateful for the way Our Father continues to demonstrate His heart, and ours, through His creation’s cry. This past week I noticed the lilies beginning to bud. A single lily had opened, amongst an ocean of tightly sealed buds. It seemed to me a little lonely, and I said, “Lord, was that one brave? What had it taken for that lily to be the first? Seems sort of lonely. Is that part of Your plan? Does it have purpose?” At the risk of personifying a flower, we have the same Creator and He crafted a piece of Himself into each incredible thing He made. He’ll use all His amazing mediums to draw close to us, even brave or lonely flowers.

I kept an eye on progress. A few days later, it seemed a few others noticed their companion, open and lovely, unassuming in her beauty and seemingly no worse for wear. And today, today it’s a luscious array of spectacular greens and oranges, sullied by only a few scorched blooms not having consumed enough water to sustain themselves fully. Perhaps this too is a reflection of the season I feel myself in. I know the brilliant oranges are inside me, but the heat has been pretty intense, and I’m feeling a bit more like the sunburned flower trying desperately to return to the cocoon of her bud’s shell.

Can’t though. So you know what I’m going to do? Wait. Pray. Seek, not strive for more of the Living Water I need and is promised by Jesus and Our Father. I will be brave. Even if it’s lonely. And I will choose to be gentle with myself even if the loneliness makes me sad, for now. I’m choosing to stand a single lily today, while hoping desperately My Father who told the lilies not to worry sends me more blooms.

For HIs glory, and our ultimate good.

He promised.

Anyone with me?