I found the flowers on my return from Grocery shopping, they didn’t much look like flowers at all, packed in a long flat box and posted through the letter box, they stood slightly, upended against the wall. Carefully I removed the tightly closed buds, placed them in a vase and waited….
All good things, are worth waiting for, so the saying goes.
Watching, as these pretty flowers unpacked themselves from tight buds has been in itself a pleasure; and watching as the promises of God enfold in my life another, better one.
My friend Vera says, every time she takes my hand to offer the peace, “God bless you, Jean.” And then, she adds, very quickly, “Go on. Say it”
I reply, “He does, I let Him!”
She laughs, content, “I love to hear you say that.”
It is true. I love to be still, and feel that I am just like a peach ripening on the wall, warmed in the sunshine of His smile.
Truth is, I am not able to be still as much as I would like to be. But stillness is not always a physical stillness. There is that special stillness of just being stayed, carried on the Lord’s arm in busyness, in the certainty that whatever happens, however things are unfolding, or running He will get us there. He abides with us still, and with all who will trust and obey.
While it was still dark, before my birthday dawned I had a word-gifted, from heaven just a single bud. That Word was AIM, I intend to carry it with me this year, together with this words from Paul,
“I press on to take hold of that for which Christ Jesus took hold of me.”
“To win the prize for which God has called me heavenwards in Christ Jesus.”
Scriptures: Phil. 3. 12-14 (N.I.V.)
Image: My own
I praise God for the gift of years, 71 of them and although like the peach I have known rain as well as sunshine, winter as well as summer, they have been blessed; may yours be also.