Well, I went outside picked up my little green pot dumped out the corn kernals and the peanut still in its shell. After a moment of silence dug up a little green plant with white flowers. Within two hours I was informed that my little green plant with the white flowers is a weed. Weed or no weed, I like my little green plant with white flowers. She is pretty, and a plant, good enough for me.
You have to take people (and plants it seems) for who they are. Looking past the packaging to find the good, the not so good, and whole package so to speak.
Is it just me or is buckling up the plant a little tricky. I wound up taking a towel and putting it around the pot so the belt fits around it. Can't have Wanda crashing into the dash after all. Safety first!
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I am encouraged by your resilience. Just because we consider something a weed doesn't mean that the inner beauty in it isn't something to be glorified. Everything has a purpose. Even Wanda II
ReplyDeleteThe thing that sticks out to me is "Who labeled her a weed?". It makes you think about the labels we put on things, or people. So often when we think of a weed we think of a nasty parasite, but here you're just seeing the beauty. Reminds me of when I was a little girl, I was always picking flowers. We had all these littles weeds all over the place (we had two acres of land) and they had tiny purple flowers on them. I'd spend all day picking them then go to my mom with a handful. They were weeds but to me it was beauty, and to my mom it was a gift from her daughter. She'd put them in her pretiest vase on the counter for everyone to see. :D You know recently I heard a pastor say, and it makes a lot of sense to me, that when we're born we're so fresh from God that we see things more like God sees them. It's only through the hurts and rejections of life that our vision becomes distorted. Isn't it amazing how a little plant can make you think so much! ;)
ReplyDeleteGreat insights from all of you. What makes a weed a weed verses a flower? Both exist through God. Weed, flower or otherwise it is beauty to the beholder. Cathy you get water TODAY.
ReplyDeleteThis reminds me of God talking about how he loves to use the humble things (a seemingly insignificant, "less-than-worthy" weed) to humble the proud. God loves using the "underdog." :)
ReplyDeleteVery excited about your new plant!