What You See Vs. What You Get

They say you shouldn’t judge a book by it’s cover. I do not know who “they” are but I believe they are right. I have been slowly learning this age old adage in practical ways. I really like it when God shows me lessons from the everyday routine of life. He can take the ordinary and teach me something extraordinary. That is, something that I need to learn. He exposes my own selfish motives and misunderstandings. And my shortcomings in judging by what I see versus what is reality.

Recently, here in the United States, we celebrated Mother’s Day. My adult children gave me a beautiful floral arrangement. It was delivered a few days before Mother’s Day and to be truthful I was expecting it, as they give me flowers every year. But it still amazed me how nice it was. There were pink roses and white hydrangea blooms. There were ferns and wild flowers. And then some weird looking green pods. I noticed them because among all the beautiful blooms and filler fern leaves, they just didn’t fit. I do a small amount of gardening myself and I am familiar with flowers, but these weird green pods didn’t look like any flower I had seen before. I began to wonder why the florists had added them to the bouquet.

As the roses began to fade and the edges of their petals turned brown, I noticed something about the green pods; they changed color too. They were beginning to fade from deep green to a softer, paler green color. A few days later, as I removed faded rose blooms, the pods began to change shape and form a point on one end. A couple more days went by and I was awarded a spectacular view of this once green pod opening into a white lily bloom. I had wondered before if this was a lily, but it was so tightly closed, it made me doubt what it was. I also was confused as to why the florist wouldn’t have just added lilies in bloom for the arrangement. But, what I could not see before, finally revealed itself. This beautiful bloom had been there all along, but I failed to see it. I only remarked about the beautiful pink roses. But, now as the roses have faded by and turned into an unsightly brown, I have a new fresh white lily bloom to admire. I now see what the florist was doing. This beautiful bouquet, a gift in celebration for a single day, will now continue to give me joy for longer than the roses have.

Another lesson learned that what I see in people is not always what is going on in them on the inside. People might look ordinary, yet as I get to know them, they reveal an amazing personality and ability. We tend to judge others by appearances, and fail to see their beauty. The beauty that God knows is there all along. We are all His amazing workmanship. Let us try to see others as God sees them. And be patient with others. Maybe they are just waiting to bloom. -God Bless, Nancy

Hope

And now these three remain: faith, hope, and love- 1Corinthians 13:13

So, in the last few years I have had this aversion to weeds. In my yard, in the flowerbeds, in the cracks in the driveway. But, it wasn’t always this way. When my husband and I moved, we moved into a neighborhood that has this thing against weeds. I am in awe of all the perfectly kept lawns here. Not a weed in sight. Perfect and green. And then, there are the HOA inspectors who ride through the neighborhood on Monday mornings. looking for any code violations. They look for any lawns that need mowing or trash cans left out. If there are, the homeowners will get a letter in the mail with a notice to either comply or pay a fine.

I’m not a fan of paying fines, so I am obsessed with following their rules. And attempting to get this perfect lawn. Well, it hasn’t happened yet, despite our best attempts, so we live with the stray weed or two.

Growing up, I really didn’t mind them. I thought the ones with little flowers were actually kind of pretty. I didn’t think of them as weeds really, just flowers that grew by chance. I saw their beauty instead of their annoyance.

So, this past week as I was taking our elderly dog out for a walk in our back yard, I spotted an annoyance. Except, it really caught my attention in a good way. It was standing out where and when it shouldn’t be standing out. It wasn’t so much as an annoyance as beautiful reminder of hope.

This year has been very trying on me and on my patience. I keep waiting for the right opportunities to come forward- applying for jobs and praying that I will actually get to use what I am called to do. I have also watched as neighbors have died from Covid, leaving behind children and spouses. I have seen relatives grow older and frailer, making me look at the future with a bleaker, pessimistic view. I have felt my patience tested, even with my elderly dog, who is not only blind but I think has a slight case of dementia. Do dogs even get that? She requires multiples trips outside to do her business, one trip after another, sometimes five trips in two hours.

So, on a cold morning this past week, as I grumpily took the dog out, I spotted a very bright and welcomed little flower spouting proudly from the lawn. It shouldn’t be there I mused- not because I did not want it to be there, but, you see we had had a frost a few days before. The lawn had been covered in a beautiful layer of frost. It is supposed to kill all the grass and the fragile plants. But, no, this beautiful dandelion was this bright spot of yellow on the now brown, dead grass.

It hadn’t bloomed with all its buddies in the summer or early spring, but here it was in November, standing up as the singular bright spot of life. It was a reminder to me, that despite the year that has seen both bright and bleak spots, there is still life and hope. It was a reminder to stay faithful, keep hope alive, and there will be a bright spot coming soon. It isn’t in our timing, but in God’s timing.

Sometimes I feel like that little dandelion. Everyone of my friends seemed to bloom earlier, in the summertime and springtime, and here I am in the autumn of life, blooming or hopefully soon to be, with all the hopes and dreams I have had for years. But, maybe that’s okay. Maybe, like that flower, I can be a bright spot in other people’s lives, when they are feeling the bleakness around them.

Most people have read the verse above, and remember it from weddings and the talk of love as the greatest, but I was reminded that in this verse, faith, hope and love are connected. Faith is believing, hope is putting our trust in and love is what God has shown us in sending His son. Never give up on believing, on faith, on hoping. For God never gives up on loving us. -Amen