foolish flowers

my windows are bleary, wet with cloud-sadness. i sit, phone to ear, and dial Mum. ask her how she’s doing–whether she’s feeling blue on this gloomy day.

“oh no,” she replies in gentle tone. “i appreciate the rain. it’s God’s way of watering my flowers.”

my throat catches in guilt and i stammer out a conversation while the rain clammers for my attention, washing clean panes of glass.

later, i wonder: does God really care about Mum’s flowers? why would he? they are useless save for their fragrant beauty. here today, gone tomorrow, would he really spare rain on their account?

then my eye catches the picture of the lily tattooed on my wrist: the flower which reminds me of Jesus’ voice, saying:

“Consider how the lilies grow. They do not labor or spin. Yet I tell you, not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these.” (Luke 12:27)

God cares about Mum’s flowers.  He cares enough to make them beautiful, that she might smile. He cares enough to send rain that they might grow, though they’re quick to fade.

my mind flickers to the story of the woman pouring an alabaster jar of perfume across Jesus’ feet… i see it trickling, expensive liquid on soiled toes, and i see Him smiling, turning to her as she blushes and blesses Him. lavishes love on Him, love which has cost her everything… love which appears foolish to all except Him.

this is worship. not raising hands in church on Sunday, but instead, living in spite of ourselves, every day.

pouring out our alabaster jars. despite the cost.

and drinking in the foolish flowers.



  1. Teneale said,

    September 28, 2009 at 3:10 am

    Another reason for flowers is the pollen for bees which makes…HONEY! And we all know Trent loves his honey…

    Hope your Mom is doing well. We went across the river today and wished you and Trent were here to enjoy it with us! Love you.

  2. October 3, 2009 at 8:56 pm

    He chooses the foolish things of this world to confound the wise. Surely the joy we find in the simple things makes Him smile.

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