I grew up around flowers, am a grower of flowers, and totally a flower lover. As a youngster, when my mom and her mom walked around my grandma’s yard, I followed closely… probably driving them crazy wanting know the flowers names.
I don’t think there is more beautiful art than a flower. They are full of God’s glory. Each flower is an individual, you won’t find two exactly alike. Anyway, I have never. Each has its own unique petals, fragrance, and beauty. I named my daughter Mirandy after the rose in the above picture!
It’s like people! None of us are the same. Some think they are more normal than others, several are healthier, some are tall and skinny while others carry excess weight. While part of the population think they are smarter than everyone else, maybe some are while others have no self-esteem.
There are meek people, overly outspoken, beautiful, homely, etc. I could go on forever, but I won’t.
My point is it takes all kinds of people to make up this world. Some are beautiful roses, some are dandelions. I love dandelions. I also love sweet violets, red roses, yellow roses, daffodils, and zinnias. (Okay, for real, I love all flowers.)
My hubby however thinks dandelions are weeds.
In a child’s eyes, a dandelion is as pretty as any flower in God’s great garden.
Today my friend sent me an email. As I read the story entitled The Blue Rose, I thought of all the differences in flowers and people. (Link to this email at the end of this story.)
This started me thinking again. I know… there she goes again!
Several years ago my mom, my sisters and I were in Connecticut. My younger sister Vicki was driving us around, showing us her part of the country! We were admiring the peak season of the beautiful New England state, and talking about how vibrant the colors were.
One thing led to the another, and soon my older sister Pat asked this question, “If you were a flower, what would you be?”
Vicki said she would be a daffodil, Pat – a red rose, and me… well I have always loved friendship, so I always thought I would be a yellow rose.
When we asked our mother what she would be, she said very meekly and quietly, “Oh, a violet.”
I was thinking… a violet?
That is so small and common, and Mom, you have raised some of the most gorgeous flowers in the US… a violet?
Then she turned to us and grinned!
Breaking into a beautiful song, she sang, “Sweet violets, sweeter than the roses!”
Oh the memories of sisterhood! We always knew you were her favorite, Vicki! 🙂
Here’s the link to The Blue Rose. (author unknown)
So what kind of flower are you in God’s garden?