The tulips bloom when the time is right and not before they’re ready.
They have simple lines, so unpretentious, not the least bit heady.
once opened up, their beauty rings forth as from a bell, so steady.
They are so pretty at once when they open up, no matter their surroundings.
their brilliant colors so glorious and bright, it’s really quite astounding.
And when you think about their humble start, a bulb deep in the ground
in the dark, secret place, from the dust their miracles abound.
The tulips take in the air, light and moisture, too
they grow tall and bloom and become themselves, just like me and you.
So I brought some inside in a crystal vase and arranged them to display.
At the end of a stressful week at home and a chaotic, messy day.
Now the old me would’ve had to straighten, clean and make the table just so.
Before I was able to enjoy the view
everything but the vase of flowers would’ve had to go.
Everything just right! That was the mantra on which I based my life
The problem with that? When things aren’t perfect, your days are filled with strife!
Enough of that, I’m done with that! Let’s do what the tulips do.
They bloom wherever they’re planted,
pretty just as they are wherever they are.
In contrast to the dust from which they were born
their beauty comes shining through.
They reflect the Master Gardener in splendor, as do we.
But once they’ve bloomed and come to be,
what a sight to see!
No matter what’s around them, in dirt, or mud or storm,
or in a vase around a mess
they’ve got living down to a “t.”
They’ve got no excuses or reasons for just not being themselves,
declaring their worth from their Maker and being who He made them to be
and doing their thing and saying their peace for the world His glory to see.
If I could be a flower, A tulip, of course I would be.
Once lying dormant in the dirt and grime,
with much to say, yet all closed up, and worried all the time.
So scared to speak, afraid to shine, except when conditions seemed just right.
Who’d have thought in middle age the time would come
when this bulb would force its way up with might.
God would tell me, “Now open up and show who you really are. Your mind and over thinking, your empathetic heart, I love it all, it’s part of you,” He came to me and said. “Now write your story, write it down, the good parts and the bad. And live your life, don’t wait. Don’t wait a minute longer. One child forever, or one more, in your family, we’ll see. But stop waiting around to live. Try those new things, dream new dreams, celebrate the life you already have. Be beautiful, Be you. If things around you are ugly, still bloom. Be like the tulips. When they’re surrounded by messy, they’re still lovely. The tulips never care.”
And so just like that I came alive. I hope to reflect the Glory of my Maker in all my messy splendor. A tulip in bloom I’ve become. This blog, or rather, my beginning to publish all my writings (some of the pieces I will share were written a long time ago) is happening as a result of God speaking to me, some of it in dreams, and some of it as thoughts in my mind.