When you look at the flowers at my front door, what stands out? Those big round yellow ‘look at me, look at me’ flowers? They will practically attack someone as they walk past to come inside.
When I choose the flowers for the front, I go for color, not worrying about keeping things matching or working together, I just like a burst of everything available. These guys fit the bill.
But take a look at the bottom, those little dark pink ones peeking out. These are my favorites this year. I love the deep green in the waxy leaves and the size of the tiny petals.
I like the fact that they suggest that you consider them, instead of assaulting you as you walk by.
I want to be more like that; not necessarily the first one you notice, but the ones that requires time and observation to appreciate.
Those big bright flowers only last a day or so each, throwing their petals to the ground as they die a dramatic death and who cares? There’s another one coming up right behind it.
But the gentle ones at the bottom live so much longer, shaded beneath their hulking neighbors, and when one goes away, there may be nothing but green leaves there for a few days.
As I pass through this time on earth, I want it to count. Not all flash and brilliance, but subtle and known.
…you do not know what will happen tomorrow. For what is your life? It is even a vapor that appears for a little time and then vanishes away. James 4:14