We planned for large sunflowers this year. However, after the planting, life happened.
For a variety of reasons, we were not able to take on the battle of the weeds. And I suspect some little creatures had some very nice meals of sunflower seeds.
So what we ended up with was a large bed of flourishing weeds. Of course, it’s all in how you look at it. I don’t see dandelions as weeds, so what grew may be considered “alternate flowers.”
Just when I was about to despair, I noticed a beautiful solo flower rising up out of the patch. It was not a sunflower. It was not what we expected. But it stretched up to its full height and shined brightly.
And then some other small flowers peeked out and decided they could do it too. So they stretched up and joined in the reach for the heavens.
They all could have looked up from their secure spot in the earth and said, “We better not go out there. Those weeds have already taken over. What can we do?”
They could have said, “I am only one. I can’t really add much to the world.”
They could have said, “The people won’t like me. They are expecting something much greater than me.”
But they didn’t listen to the voices of doubt and fear. They listened to their Creator.
He said, “Do what I created you to do. Be what I created you to be. You are more than you know!”
And so the flowers looked up and reached up and entered the world surrounded by weeds. But the weeds did not overcome them. They grew together.
And the weeds even moved a bit and made room for more of their new companions. And over time they discovered they were all related. They had the same Father.
The flowers were more than they knew. They are missionaries of Hope. They carry The Message of our Father. We are all related.
And our Father says, “Do what I created you to do. Be what I created you to be. You are more than you know!”
“I am only one, but still I am one. I cannot do everything, but still I can do something; and because I cannot do everything, I will not refuse to do something that I can do.”
Everett Edward Hale
Consider how the wild flowers grow. They do not labor or spin. Yet I tell you, not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these!
Luke 12:27
