You’ve heard of #100HappyDays? Well, I stole the idea and adapted to fit my blogging schedule.
Every day is filled with reasons to be thankful. And yet the majority of my day isn’t spent being thankful. That’s got to change. God sent his son to save me - HUGE reason to always be thankful. And I’ve been freed to live a new life through Christ, released from fear, doubt, shame and self-reliance, equipped with love to serve others and blessed with all kinds of daily tasks and jobs to express my love. And that’s just the big stuff.
This is #100ThankfulWeeks to praise Him. I’m sharing one simple thing I’m thankful for each week. Because there can never be to much thankfulness.
Week 38: Flowers
Every spring, as the weather starts to warm up and I see the little yellow heads of dandelions poking up through the tender green grass, I can’t help but smile. Part of it is just how plucky and happy the little dandelions seem to be. Just growing wherever they can, no special tending needed, nothing fancy to keep them blooming. And the color is so intense and impossible to ignore. In fact, a whole field of dandelions is almost blinding.
It’s also partly because dandelions mark the change to a new season. The beautiful snowflakes are gone, the rock-hard ground is softening and the start of summer is only weeks away. And I can’t help but smile - no more cold toes, no more slippery roads, no more salt-covered shoes. Because the dandelions are back.
I also have this special admiration of these tenacious little flowers. Growing up, there was this book called The Gospel According to a Dandelion and it was all about what can be learned about faith and living faith by observing a dandelion. Like how dandelions dig deep for water so they can survive droughts. Like how they’re hard to uproot and even when cut down they just keep on keeping on. Or how they grow where they fall, no matter what. And how they bloom brightly for all to see. And how a dandelion never dies without first going to seed, giving everything it has to send out new seeds to begin new life.
But dandelions are only one of millions of flowers. And they’re all busily beautifying my world, one bloom at a time. Flowers are perhaps the pinnacle of beauty and yet they grow freely, in all shapes and types. The intricate rose, the minimalist calla lily, the flower-within-flower daisy, the flashy hyacinth, the delicate buttercup. And when the blooms fades, the flower often continues life in a new form as fruit, encapsulating seeds for a new generation.
There’s a saying that one should “stop and smell the roses” and I suppose it’s good advice. Because what’s blooming today may be gone by tomorrow. Sometimes when I see a flower in full bloom, I feel a little sad. Because the flower won’t last and by tomorrow it will already be fading. It seems almost cruel that something so beautiful and vibrant will exist for only a brief moment in time. Why so short?
I suspect that deep down the fading blooms remind me that I too will start to fade. Or maybe I’ve already started. The bloom won’t last forever. My hair will gray, my bones will get brittle, my eyesight will deteriorate. But like every other fading flower, I’ve still got work ahead. I’ve got fruit to bear. I’ve got seeds to scatter, a message about love to share, new life to spread. And just like that gorgeous rose or humble dandelion, that’s my whole reason for existence. The bloom - well that’s just to get your attention.
What's your favorite flower? Besides dandelions (not really my favorite, just an admirer), I'm partial to red roses.