GraceFully Falling Petals

As a mother dispensing life’s lessons, I’ve often seen my job as that of strewing flower petals (given by the Lord) in our children’s pathway of life. As they trample on the petals, oh, how I pray that this fragrance is pleasant unto Him—even if it tears my heart.

They say that people remember fragrances long after a memory is forgotten… I pray they remember…

And sometimes, after a long day, I wonder where the last petal will fall.

I’ve been amazed at how petals sometimes rush out of my hands and away in ways I can’t seem to control. Sometimes I’m completely overwhelmed by petals of love that whirl away with the breeze of life, even as I try to grasp them and hold on. Sometimes I can’t help but cling more closely to each petal before letting go or hanging on only by what seems like a very thin thread of prayer.

And yet, each petal falls. It must. For this is His calling on my life.

Sometimes the petals land on hard cracked concrete and are purposely ground underfoot while sparks fly from beloved eyes.

But sometimes the petals have a soft landing; in well tilled velvety soft soil… And they grow in ways we never expected, blooming beautifully and abundantly. And we see our dear children—as the Lord sees them—peeking out at us through those lovely petals…

And that’s what makes it all worthwhile.

Picture © 1999 by ooly!