Every two weeks, I go out and get some fresh flowers from a flower shop nearby. It just makes me happy. It gives me some inspiration to write. Well, I went for my usual flower run and because I was in a rush, I didn't pay attention to what flower I was getting. I just looked around for a color that caught my eye, so I picked up some vibrant yellow flowers. They were packaged so I couldn’t recognize the flower at first, all I knew was that the color was pretty. When I got home , I groaned when I unpackaged my flowers. Daises. I mean daises are alright, but certainly not my favorite. I knew I should've taken my time. I made a bad choice. But I said hey, I’ll make the best of it. I put them in water and positioned them to get some sunlight.
But in two days as they bloomed, I realized I didn’t have daises at all. They were chrysanthemums. Bright, beautiful chrysanthemums. I've never had chrysanthemums before, never even thought about them. I had to look them up to verify what they were. But, I realized I was now in love with this yellow flower blooming in my vase. They were prettier than I had originally imagined them to be when they were in the cooler all packaged up.
Again, I learned another lesson. Yes, I shouldn't have just raced in there and picked up anything, and I won't make that mistake again. But, even though I recognized that, the outcome worked out in my favor.
A scripture that I’ve been clinging to lately is Romans 8:28
“And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose.”
There are so many times where I’m frustrated, sad or apathetic about the different events that happen in my life. Some are poor choices I’ve made, some are things that have been out of my control. Yet, I’m comforted that no matter what happens that God knows about it and has already written it into his plan. I can’t blow God’s plan for my life and no one else can either. As I follow God daily through his word, live according to the purpose and calling he has over my life, he continues to be in complete control over my life. In fact he's always in control over my life. I just can rest easier when I'm not fighting him for control. So while I’m groaning that I’ve been given daisies, as time unfolds, I realize I have been something else, something that God knew I needed all along.