You don't know how long I've been waiting for this flower. It's a summer/fall bloomer and most of the time I don't even know if it's survived the winter until late April/early may. Even though I am unsure of the status, I still lovely add fertilizer. I make sure I give it enough water. I baby it, even though all the laboring may be for nothing.
Upon the first green shoots, I am ecstatic. I am filled with immense pleasure that one of my most beloved plants will return for another season. June, July, August, and September pass and while I do see a plethora of green leaves, I see no blooms. Red and yellow are nowhere to be seen. Was it damaged somehow? I wonder.
And then, October arrives and I first begin to see bulb-like blooms. They are ready to burst. They are ready to flower. They are ready to show off the explosion of color that they were design to shimmer on the world. And my heart jumps. Beauty has arrived. The waiting is over.
There have been so many times in my life when I have toiled tangibly and in prayer for things that I never thought would come to fruition. I would find encouragement in the small happenings, but then quickly become frustrated when the finished product or the answer I was seeking would remain elusive. What is wrong with this? What is wrong with me? Am I damaged somehow?
And then, in God's perfect timing, the bloom arrives. And it is more beautiful than I ever could have expected. If you are waiting, if you feel that your labor is in vain, if you cannot see the sun peeking out over the horizon, revel in the tangible encouragements, in the simple pleasures, no matter how small, and know that God is still cultivating the soil, He is still shaping the blooms, He is still perfecting His beautiful creation.
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