Inside the heart of every withered flower
The tiny seeds lie drowsy, unaware
For creeping to the mother's hidden bower
The seeds into earth's bosom snuggle there
Safely content, protected by her care
Until the time of their appointed hour
A tiny seed is carried by passing wind that blows
It nestles in an arrid spot and somehow starts to grow
And soon amid the lifeless earth, a lovely flower is seen
As a barren clump of idle soil, becomes a garden green
Our faithfulness to God develops in this way. When we place our trust in Him, we experience His love for us through His blessings. We learn that God's will is best for us. Thus, our faith develops and grows. As we surrender our lives to Him, our blessings also grow until one day when we discover that we are truly abound in blessings, beyond our expectations, surprised of His creation...an unending provision...He has worked His hands on us and never failed to care for us. From a withered flower...death is seen, but the seeds still fall to the ground to give a new life of another wondrous creation. That's God's.
CYNTHIA ALUNING a.k.a. chitcyn
Copyright 04 January 2006