I learn more about God from weeds than from roses; Resilience springing through the smallest chink of hope in the absolute of concrete…. Phillip Pulfrey
What is that yellow ball in the sky?? we all wondered this morning.
I believe that would be the sun.
HOORAY for the Sun!!
Unfortunately according to the weathermen, we best not get use to it.
Yet for this wonderfully bright morning, with a promise of mild temperatures, I shall relish the sights and feels..and I shall even take pleasure in the weeds as their resilience and desire to flourish,in the often poor conditions in which they grow, are not phased by even this wretched weather—they sprout and grow, much to our consternation, despite the ideal. No fickled needs for them–perseverance and resilience, rather than pampering and babying—qualities learned from a weed that may suit life better than the prize flower that is nurtured and spoiled into blooming.
The weeds bloom despite attention and fanfare. They have no need or want of an audience. They ask nothing from me. They wish to show me their own beauty–that of determination and tenacity. I need to take a lesson from the weeds. Perseverance and Resilience, Tenacity and Determination shall be the battle cry on this day!! God wishes to teach us mighty lessons. The mighty lesson which is most often found in the humble and demure–in the quiet, the skinny, the scrawny.
What lesson, what blessing have you over looked that was/ is hiding amongst the weeds?
Oh Happy Day of Spring!!
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