Lonely Little Petunia or Little Golden Flower?

You turned my wailing into dancing;  you removed my sackcloth and clothed me with joy,  that my heart may sing your praises and not be silent. LORD my God, I will praise you forever.  Psalm 30: 11-12

My mom had a song  she used to sing as she did her housework. I always thought it was a cute little song, but I never thought about it much.  It went something like this:

"I'm a lonely little petunia in an onion patch ... an onion patch ... an onion patch.  I’m a lonely little petunia in an onion patch, and all I do is cry all day.  

Boo-hoo … boo hoo …, the air’s so strong it takes my breath away.  I’m a lonely little petunia in an onion patch - and all I do is cry all day.“

I don't remember much more.  I was reminded of that song as I gazed out my kitchen window at my 'supposed to be" garden.  This year it is more of a weed patch than anything else.   Yet in the middle of the beginnings of golden rod, and ragweed (aaa -chooo!), and other weeds I saw  a brilliant little golden flower.  Even though the weeds could easily have choked out that little beam of sunshine, there it stood  - waving brilliantly in the breeze.  

I smiled.

That lovely little posey was taking a much different stance than that lonely little petunia my mother sang about so many years ago.

Seems to me that living with challenges is kind of like having to make the choice to be either a petunia - or a golden flower.  How easy to sit around and say to ourselves "boo-hoo!"  Now, I'm not talking about the times we are really in pain - but those times we throw ourselves an extended pity party.  I know I tend to want to do that - and I end up wanting others to "boo-hoo" with me.

Yet, how much more joy is shared by the flower that chooses to bloom in spite of its circumstances!  

We are given the same choice.  We can bloom as much as possible, even if we are stunted by the weeds of facing daily challenges.  Or, we can sit and sing our sad little song ...

"Boo-hoo ....."

It's amazing the places that God plants the lessons he wants me to learn.  This one - outside my window and in a long ago memory of an -  at the time -  meaningless little song!

Father God, I pray you give each of us the faith and the endurance and courage we need to face each day as that little golden flower, instead of bewailing our lot as lonely little petunias.  May be bloom where we are planted. (Trite, I know), and bloom specifically for You.  Amen and amen.

From the archives 2012

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