This Flower…

This flower is growing in my mother’s driveway. It sprouted earlier this summer when she scattered birdseed that was too large to fit in her bird feeder. My mom has flowers growing all over her yard. Flowers that she never really planted. She just scattered a few seeds here and there and waited for the beauty.

Out of all her flowers, this one wins the prize. My mom specifically asked me and my sister to park carefully when we visited, so as not to run over the sunflower that had begun to grow in her driveway. We followed her instructions, but failed to mention the flower to our children.

The flower was a source of joy for Mom, who can’t get out as much as she would like. She could view the flower from her sunroom and watch the beauty of its growth. A flower gracing the gravel with its glory.

Enter two young boys with light sabers. My son, Benjamin, and my sister’s son, Andrew were playing outside at Nana’s house when they discovered the large “weed” growing in the driveway. It did not yet have blooms and could easily have been mistaken for a weed. These boys know their Nana doesn’t like weeds in her yard and decided to take care of the problem. A few moments later, the flower had been whacked with Jedi force.

My sister, Kristi discovered how the young Jedi had tackled the “weed” and explained to them it was a flower. They quickly apologized to Nana and of course, she forgave. However, I knew the sight of the wilting flower would make her sad.

I visited a few days later and used scissors to trim everything that was dead. My hopes weren’t very high for recovery, but I reminded myself that it was in my mother’s yard, where everything grows.

By now you know the rest of the story. The flower has fully recovered and proudly shares its blooms with the world.

This story immediately turns my mind to the amazing things that God can do. My mom scattered several seeds at the beginning of the summer, but only one grew into a beautiful, blooming flower. We too are called to scatter the seeds of our faith to the world around us. Some of those seeds will never take root and grow, but some will grow and become the most beautiful children of God. Followers of Christ, forever changed for His glory.

Even those who begin to grow in the faith can be knocked down by the evil one. They can be torn apart because Satan doesn’t want them to bloom and grow and point others to the Savior. In these times of attack, it’s God our Father to the rescue. He is the One who gives life and gives it abundantly. He prunes those injured, dead places from our lives. He removes the weight of those burdens and restores us to a place where we can grow in His goodness. Praise be to God, the giver of all good things.

Father, help me to grow in your goodness and bloom radiantly for You. Help me to scatter the seeds of my faith so that others may know You and live for Your glory.

“Think about how the wildflowers grow. They don’t work or make clothes for themselves. But I tell you that even Solomon, the great and rich king, was not dressed as beautifully as one of these flowers. If God makes what grows in the field so beautiful, what do you think he will do for you? That’s just grass—one day it’s alive, and the next day someone throws it into a fire. But God cares enough to make it beautiful. Surely he will do much more for you. Your faith is so small! Luke 12:27-28 (ERV)

In His Love,

Karen 🌻

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Worn Out

My 15 year old son, Jonathan recently began playing tennis. When he plays a sport, he plays hard and he never gives up.

Jonathan played in his first tournament today. It was a last minute opening and we weren’t as prepared as we could have been. We haven’t purchased a racquet that best suits his style of play and we haven’t purchased “tennis” shoes specifically made for the sport.

Jonathan has been wearing regular athletic shoes for practice and has already demolished two pairs. He was down to his last pair of athletic shoes for the tournament today. The shoes he began the day with were not new, but certainly were not falling apart.

Jonathan played three matches and by the time the third match began we jokingly mentioned the use of duct tape to keep his shoes intact. With every slide to reach the ball, I wondered how much longer they would last.

Jonathan’s shoes did last, but are now only suitable for the trash. He even accomplished making holes in his socks with his quick movements to the ball. Just like I said, he plays hard and never gives up.

Tonight, as I looked at the poor condition of Jonathan’s shoes, God placed a thought in my mind. How quickly those shoes were worn out playing a sport. How long would it take to wear those shoes out doing the work God has called us to do?

The thought overwhelmed me for a moment. What if I worked hard and never gave up in my walk with the Lord? What if I wore out a pair of shoes daily because I was working non-stop to bring glory to Him and share His love with others? It’s a humbling thought, but glorious at the same time. Should I attempt to wear out my shoes each day? Not in literal terms, but ideally, yes. For me, those worn out shoes are a visual picture of staying focused on God and His will. Doing whatever He calls me to do, whenever He calls me to do it. Those shoes remind me to work hard and never give up. God is completely worth it!

I think I’ll spare the shoes from the trash and save them as a reminder. It’s funny how God can use worn out shoes to stir my passion for Him.

Colossians 3:23 “Whatever work you do, do it with all your heart. Do it for the Lord and not for men.”

In His Love,

Karen ❤️

But Will You Still Give Me Hugs and Kisses?

What is your love language? This is the question I asked my 11 year old son, Jonathan and my 9 year old daughter, Emory last night before bed. My 7 year old son, Benjamin, had already fallen asleep after playing with great determination in his second basketball game of the season.

Jonathan and Emory looked quite puzzled in response to my question. I had listened online to a Focus on the Family radio broadcast with Gary Chapman. He is the author of The 5 Love Languages of Children. This had sparked my interest concerning the love languages of my own children.

First of all, what is a love language? I described it to my children as the way you prefer for someone to show you they love you. Chapman says the 5 love languages are acts of service, quality time, physical touch, words of affirmation, and gifts. After discussing it for a while, Jonathan and Emory each decided which way they prefer for us to show them we love them. We talked and laughed and they also guessed which love language I prefer the most.

This morning I explained it all to Benjamin, who had slept through the conversation last night. Immediately after I described each love language to him, he said, “I like to spend time with you!” He was very proud of himself for being able to answer so quickly and definitely. Within a few seconds however, he sadly and almost desperately said, “But will you still give me hugs and kisses?”

I quickly explained that I will always give him hugs and kisses. I told him that just because he likes to spend quality time with me doesn’t mean I won’t also love him by giving him gifts, acts of service, words of affirmation, and yes…hugs and kisses.

Don’t you just love the way the mind of a child works? Even Emory, who had decided last night that her love language is physical touch (with quality time being a close second), asked me this morning if I can still give her gifts. 😊 Jonathan had a difficult time deciding, but he was sure to let me know that even though he put quality time at the top of his list, he’s hoping I will still perform acts of service for him (i.e. Please clean my room for me sometimes, Mom.)

The ongoing conversation made me laugh. I explained again that I will love them in ALL ways. We were simply trying to decide which love language we lean toward the most.

I laughed at my children, but I’m very much the same. I told my husband that I lean toward words of affirmation, but in the back of my mind I was thinking, “Maybe I should have said acts of service?” I do feel quite loved when he helps me clean the house!

As I remember these moments with a smile on my face, I am reminded of my Heavenly Father. I am comforted by the knowledge that He loves me. He loves me in every way I can possibly imagine. He loves me in ways I don’t even realize or comprehend. I don’t have to worry that He might be too busy to spend quality time with me or that He could possibly forget to bless me with gifts.

As an earthly mother, I’m positive there are days that I fail to express my love to my children as I should. Not so with God. Every moment of every day, He reveals His love to me. He has given His Son to redeem my life. He is the Creator of the Universe and He calls me His own. He reveals Himself to me through the Scripture and is listening whenever I call. He always has time for me. He always comforts me. He guides me and protects me. He blesses me with unimaginable gifts. He is the ultimate Father.

My children are correct to fear that if I focus on spending quality time with them I might forget to give them hugs and kisses. I am only human. They know me well enough to realize I am not perfect.

Aren’t we thankful that God is perfect? He knows how to love us in every good way. He knows what we need and when we need it. He doesn’t have to ask what our love language is…He already knows.

Resting in His Love,
Karen

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