My Sunflowers are tall and strong, the first bloom opening up fully on Sunday. The seeds are from the head of last years biggest sunflower, which I saved to cultivate for a purpose. Two years ago, I had gazed out my kitchen window on a quiet Sunday afternoon and admired my sunflowers, which inspired me to write a poem remembering Tim and using a sunflower anaolgy. Several friends suggested I send them their own "Timmy" sunflower seeds to plant in their gardens. I cannot express how much this blessed me! So, when Spring came around, I designed a little envelope and dropped 26 seeds (one for each year of his life) into it. Some were mailed as far away as Boston, some were hand given.
This morning in my devotional time, I am rereading "31 Days of Praise" by Ruth Myers. It is so great to refresh my mind on the importance of praise and worship and how much that needs to be a part of my life daily...not just at church on Sunday. It is especially important during tough and challenging times. Like my previous post, motivation is important...but if the attitude is totally out of whack...motivation will be non-existant. I came across a verse that reminded me this morning of my blooming sunflower.
Hebrews 1: 3A (NIV) The Son is the radiance of God's glory and the exact representation of his being, sustaining all things by his powerful word.
The center of the Sunflower is like our Heavenly Father and his Radiance...His Son...is like all the golden petals surrounding and spreading out to define the beauty of the flower...God's Creation. It rocks so gently in the breeze yet stands firm like a strong tower...gazing in on me through the window of my life I leave open to His Grace.
In other scripture I read this morning, something else popped up that I would like to share here. This version from the NAS of Luke 1:78-79
Because of the tender mercy of our God, with which the Sunrise from on high will visit us, to shine upon those who sit in darkness and the shadow of death, to guide our feet into the way of peace."
he will keep me safe in his dwelling;
he will hide me in the shelter of his tabernacle
and set me high upon a rock.
Be my rock of refuge,
to which I can always go;
give the command to save me,
for you are my rock and my fortress.
Out my kitchen window, I planted to see,
My giant sunflowers, swaying now, softly.
Planted behind the marigold plot,
Up they arose along the fence, a great spot.
Harvesting seeds from last year's crop,
The dried, crusty bloom, many seeds I did drop.
A few to the birds and I gathered all the rest
To plant this year; it was sort of a test.
And soon they emerged, up and up with speed
Staked, planted firm against their own weight and need.
The bees gather round more than before,
I spotted a mantis, praying for more.
And in my observation, today God speaks,
As I stood by the window thinking on summer weeks.
The first and the largest now hangs its head in grace,
For it has served its purpose, now the seeds take its place.
The others stand round with multi-blooms on stock
At watch over the fence, no hesitant balk.
Knowing they serve us with whimsy and purpose
But their days are numbered; preparing to leave us.
I think of my son, and his shining short season,
So like this sunflower, deliberate with reason
Planted and nurtured to leave memory seeds.
Continuing to sew for as long God sees.
And my hope is that one will grow in your yard.
A bright yellow flower to always stand guard.
A reminder of seasons, some short and some long,
But a memory of grace told in a sunflower song.