A long-time friend of mine from the high school days is now a wife, mother and custom photographer (and blogger). She has such a sweet spirit and I want to share one of her latest entries and photographs. This is from my friend, Heather:
One of my favorite things in the world is when my girls picks flowers for me. I think it's because I vividly remember walking around the block to pick flowers for my mom when I wanted to express my love for her.
Emily, my youngest daughter, loves dandelions; I love how excited she gets when she finds one. Yesterday, she brought two dandelions to me as if they were the most cherished posessions on earth.
I usually put the flowers my girls pick in a little plastic cup, mainly because of the size ratio. But yesterday it occurred to me the size of the gift was in relation to Emily's heart, not the flower.
I decided at that momemt to start using the nicest vase I could find for all of the fresh-picked-for-Mommy flowers. It doesn't matter anymore if they fit or not.
I pray I might be like these tiny little flowers in a big vase. I am so small and weak but my heavenly Father is my vase. He makes me beautiful, He sustains my life and makes my smallness great. He can even take a weed like me and make me something to behold.
Thank you, Heather.
I pray we each learn to place our lives in the crystal vase of God's Spirit rather than the plastic cup of this temporary world. Even more, I pray we see each other as the fragrant Bouquet of Christ.
One of my favorite things in the world is when my girls picks flowers for me. I think it's because I vividly remember walking around the block to pick flowers for my mom when I wanted to express my love for her.
Emily, my youngest daughter, loves dandelions; I love how excited she gets when she finds one. Yesterday, she brought two dandelions to me as if they were the most cherished posessions on earth.
I usually put the flowers my girls pick in a little plastic cup, mainly because of the size ratio. But yesterday it occurred to me the size of the gift was in relation to Emily's heart, not the flower.
I decided at that momemt to start using the nicest vase I could find for all of the fresh-picked-for-Mommy flowers. It doesn't matter anymore if they fit or not.
I pray I might be like these tiny little flowers in a big vase. I am so small and weak but my heavenly Father is my vase. He makes me beautiful, He sustains my life and makes my smallness great. He can even take a weed like me and make me something to behold.
Thank you, Heather.
I pray we each learn to place our lives in the crystal vase of God's Spirit rather than the plastic cup of this temporary world. Even more, I pray we see each other as the fragrant Bouquet of Christ.
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