It’s been the longest wait for this ginormous sunflower to make its petaled appearance. I didn’t think it would happen.
As a seedling, it almost didn’t survive the dry spring months (i.e.: I forgot to water it).
Then, it almost got washed out by heavy June thunderstorms.
Weeds surrounded it.
Pests attacked the leaves ferociously.
The sun scorched it.
Nearby plants sucked up most of its life-giving water.
…(are you nodding your head with my metaphor yet?)…
The flower-head has been bowed, as if in humble prayer, for weeks. I thought if it didn’t lift it’s head, it wouldn’t bloom.
Then it unfolded in beauty, a bloom with head bowed. It’s open face remains down-turned, but it is breathing in deep sunshine just the same.
Like my sunflower, I’ve been living with my head bowed low—weeping, praying, questioning, surviving—and all along, growing. Maybe you feel like my sunflower too.
It doesn’t matter how much we’ve been through this year or how much is working against us. We have a destiny and a promise. In the light of the SON, we may not have strength to lift our heads, but I know He will help us bloom beautifully anyway.
“Why, my soul, are you so dejected? Why are you in such turmoil? Put your hope in God, for I will still praise him, my Savior and my God.” Psalms 42:11
With deeply rooted joy,
P.s.: Join me in reading the Psalms this month! It brings permission and perspective to all the feelings of a transitioning season. Because I’ve started and stopped Psalms 100 times, this time around I am starting in “book 2” which is Psalm 42-72.