The Winter Flowers

Have you ever seen a
Winter flower?
They are very rare, you know.
They grow in the snow;
Snows of dissension and strife, hatred and unkindness,
Snows of hardship,
Failure and vice.
They grow oblivious to their environment
For their blossoms continually face the Son,
Even when His face is shrouded in clouds.
No matter how hard and furious
The winds of
Discontent blow about them,
Their blossoms never fade, nor do their petals fall.
And when they are trampled by the feet of worldly disbelief,
They never die –
The remnant seed lives on.
You are called to be a
Winter flower,
Prepared for this
Season of cold.
You are a rare, delicate bloom growing in the cold snows
Of man’s logic, his pride and self-concern.
You shall draw the hardened hearts to the beauty of your
Colors against the cold,
And cause them to
Look upward to
Find the Source of
The miracle of
Flowers that can bloom
In the snow.

To Sing a Sweeter Song

To sing a sweeter song
Than even now,
I must sit alone with Him for a Long, long while,
And listen for His song in the Quiet time.
Then I will sing the words I know with a richer tone,
Deep and satisfying,
Until the song lifts me higher
And this flower grows another Inch.

Grow in grace...II Peter 3:18

The Flower Song
We are basking in life, rising up to greet the Light, reflecting the Son on every petal. And the children come to marvel at His garden to see what the Son has brought to life. Our colors dazzle, as the fragrance of His love clings to the air. We draw them to seek the aroma of His perfect atmosphere. He has created us a stunning variety of every shape and type. We complement one another by the symmetry of His design. There are no distances in His garden, our petals merge for we being many are as one. We are a bouquet of love; the Gardener's delight, grown simply for His pleasure and it is His pleasure to give His flowers life.

I am come that they might have life, and that they might have it more abundantly. - John 10:10