My mother died unexpectedly in the spring of the year. Not having had the opportunity to say goodbye, my daughter and I decided to plant a special circular garden in her memory.
From my collection of seeds, we chose a wildflower mix, sprinkling them liberally over the newly dug soil. We waited. By the end of summer, it was apparent that the only seeds which would grow in our soil were the ones which produced poppies.
Poppies of pastel pink, pure white and fiery red nodded on tall stalks. We noticed, though, that each flower was so delicate that it only lasted a day or two. It’s life span was shortened by a gentle breeze or a slight rainfall. How like my mother’s life - our lives. We bloom for but a moment, then are gone.
Yet the next spring we noticed that we had poppies sprouting everywhere. Although they had a short life span, they had reproduced themselves beautifully.
No matter how short or long our life span, may God use us to shed the glory of Himself everywhere we go.
The grass withers, the flower fades; but the Word of our God will stand forever. Isaiah 40:7
Heavenly Father, thank You that what is eternal abides forever. In Jesus’ name. Amen.
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