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Monday, November 28, 2005

one single bloom

A day or so before the first hard frost of the year, I was gazing out my kitchen window – as some of us older folks are apt to do – and I espied a treat for my eyes. Right at the base of the security light pole and growing in the very corner of my small, yearly, zinnia bed was a single plant with a beautiful red bloom.

From my vantage point it was almost as if it was peering at me from behind the pole and saying, “look at me, look at me”, much like a child would tell its parents as they showed them their accomplishments. And look I did and blessed I was at this emotionally invigorating sight.

It did occur to me that I was a bit like this plant’s parent in a way. I saw to it that it was raised up to a point and pretty much ignored it after that until it did something really good. Then I was proud until it did something not so good – like die, which is what it did after the frost.

Then came the busy Thanksgiving season with the celebrations thereof. These were grand and glorious events of food, fellowship and laughter. We were warmed emotionally but a bit tired physically when it was all over.

Here it is the week after and things are cleaned up and getting back to normal. Then it was the garden’s turn to get spiffied up. The only thing growing now is some greens and a bunch of hardy, aggravating, weeds. My thought about planting in the fall for winter was that the weeds wouldn’t be as annoying. But I found out that weeds do not take the winter off, just different ones grow during that time.

While hoeing, as well as moving some dirt around, it occurred to me that I needed to pick the few zinnia flower heads that were left to save the seed for next year’s flowers. Then I remembered the little red flower that cheered my day a few weeks before and set about to find it.

When I found it, I discovered that it was much smaller than the others – indicating that it had possibly grown from this year’s seed. Not only that, but it had grown only one single bloom. This was an even greater delight to me because I took it as a personal gift from God – that He created that one flower just for me to see – even though I did show it to my favorite wife.

The other zinnias had many flowers each but this small plant had only one. If it were like us humans, it would have been depressed that it wasn’t as big as the others, or didn’t have as many flowers. The lesson I received from this was that if I could only do one thing well, I would want to offer this one single “bloom” to my Savior as a gift to Him - and anyone He would choose to bless with it. ec


Blogger Thom said...

You, too, are one single bloom that God lets us enjoy. I am also envious that you can garden in the winter. Up here in WI the winter garden is a virtual one.

11/28/2005 11:19:00 AM  
Blogger eVader said...

Thanks for this story. The world, though fallen, is not all sorrow and misery. In nature itself I often find hope and comfort. There are flowers upon the thristles, and there are thorns that are covered with roses. Each opening bud wispers the words “god is love” I often drift to a land where father had made me a single blade of grass or [like your story] a single bloom. I often think, would i wimper because I was not as tall or have as many flowers as others. or would I stop looking around, comparing myself to all the other millions of blades of grass – and straighten myself up as tall as I can and sing along with the lovely birds making the air vocal with their happy songs – testifying to the tender, fathers care of our father

Oh and us younger fold are apt to gaze out the window now and again too….

11/28/2005 01:37:00 PM  
Blogger mreddie said...

Thom - Thanks for the kind words. The greens are doing well, but I'm waiting for another frost or two to sweeten them up a bit.

evader - Great comment - good illustration. Thanks. ec

11/28/2005 01:58:00 PM  
Blogger jay are said...

that was lovely. thanks for sharing.

11/28/2005 03:58:00 PM  
Blogger Allison said...

I can't tell you how much my heart needed to hear that.

Thank you.

11/28/2005 04:40:00 PM  
Blogger mreddie said...

jay are - You are kind, thanks.

allison - I knew that was especially for at least one person, I just didn't know who. ec

11/28/2005 05:53:00 PM  
Blogger Bonita said...

This kind of observation and appreciation occurs when we no longer take anything for granted, when we are aware that everything counts. I've had this type of experience, up in Canada when I saw a poppy growing out of a crack in the cement, out in the country. On an old abandoned road. While hiking we saw it, and actually bent over and talked to it...

11/28/2005 06:54:00 PM  
Blogger Anvilcloud said...

This reminds me so much of my Remarkable Rose.

11/29/2005 11:26:00 AM  
Blogger mreddie said...

AC - read the Remarkable Rose - my kind of story, thanks. ec

11/29/2005 02:26:00 PM  
Blogger child@heart said...

How amazing is the love of our LORD that HE sends us gifts that are so personal. I know we should not be suprised by these tokens of HIS love, but I always am. I cannot wait to share (like a giddy school-girl) HIS constant pursuit of me.

My friends introduced me to your BLOG and it is a constant blessing.

11/30/2005 07:05:00 PM  
Blogger mreddie said...

child@heart - thanks for your kind words. ec

11/30/2005 07:48:00 PM  

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