I'm A Beautiful Flower

This morning, I went out to check on my Calla Lillies and I had a little glimpse of the amazing love that God has for me.

The very next day after I planted my bulbs, I went and stared at that spot in the ground. I stared and stared. I did this for weeks. I would squat down and examine the soil. I watered it daily. I made a routine out of heading out first thing in the morning to go and check on my flowers . Noone passing by could have known what that barren spot would someday house. I was so excited for the beauty that I knew would some day bloom.

The day that my first stem broke ground, I will never forget. That tiny stem would have gone unnoticed had I not known that area of soil so well. Certainly as it grew, it would have been seen, but I saw it as a tiny speck just surfacing the soil. I jumped and screamed with joy. I had to point it out to Sebi and Sebastian. It was so small and hardly noticeable, but I saw it. I can't explain the gratification I had in seeing it surface followed by two, three and four more.

Now they are a good 12 inches above ground and I have about 6 new stems just surfacing. This morning when I went to go do my daily check, I noticed that one of my grown leaves was at a 90 degree angle and flat on the ground. My heart sank. A cat ran into it? A ball thrown by a young child from the neighborhood? What could have possibly happened to my precious plant?

It was broken. That's all I could think, and I cried. I cried because when I thought of my plant being broken, I thought of the times when I myself have been broken. I thought of my love for that plant and how much I wanted it to be strong and steady. I thought of how I wanted to see the beauty that I knew it had coming in a bloom. I wiped the tears from my eyes and I gathered some fresh soil to support the base of the stem until I had it upright again.

I went inside hopeful that my little plant would heal, and I thought of the care I had taken to nurture it back to good health. I thought of how I had provided it all that I could so that it would become what I had intended it to be.

I thought of all of the things that I am provided and blessed with. I thought of how I have been fed and nurtured spiritually and given a strong foundation of faith. I thought of planting myself in good soil and surrounding myself with support from my church family.

I thought of God looking down at me daily, so excited to see the woman he created. And it made me want to bloom.