On a regular walk in our neighborhood, I briefly stopped to greet a man working in his garden. He was busy trimming his rose bush when I told him how lovely I thought his flowers looked. He smiled kindly, but said, “You don’t see the bugs and weeds I’m struggling with.” “No, I said, “all I see are your beautiful flowers.” We both chuckled, and I walked on. Today I walked past his house again, and again I slowed down to enjoy his flowers. I had thought his small patch was pretty before, but now it was stunning. He had weeded and trimmed everything, and the proportion of leaves, limbs and blooms was exquisite. I think we are like his garden; we present well enough, but if let God do his work of trimming and weeding we can be stunningly effective in reflecting his glory.
--Anna
Sunday, October 5, 2008
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7 comments:
Thank you, Anna. This is an insightful and encouraging post. I needed to read something like this today! Your beautiful words are a blessing.
Oh, Anna! Thank you so much for sharing this. The simple beauty of your words spoke directly to where I am. Your story was a gift.
Anna, I am encouraged by your simple/profound reflection. Thanks for sharing!
oops. that was me.
--Paul
Anna, this was beautiful and really meant a lot to me to think about truth and beauty again. Thank you for sharing!
Jennifer
The pruning can be painful, but your post reminds me that the end result is more fruit and beauty--very uplifting. Thank you for sharing your reflections.
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