For my first blog post I've inserted the picture from above of a rose that came up seemingly out of no where in a little muddy and desolate hunk of something that someone must have had a garden of some kind in what is now my back yard. Did you get all that?
The ex-garden in outlined in a kidney shape, framed by some landscaping brick that surrounds a lonesome tree in the vastness we are blessed to call our yard. In the year and a half we have lived here I have attempted a couple times to clean this little garden up and plant some flowers, but as a house that has two young dogs who enjoy eating anything they can get in their mouths and dig up anything they can; I've decided to just let it be.
This year as I was looking out my kitchen window as I washed the dishes; I saw a a beautiful glow coming from that muddy & weedy area. I went out side to find this one single rose, accompanied by a bud that didn't survive, and I began to reflect on the irony of this one flower popping up through the muck.
You see; by this point in the summer I've lost my job. I left a great job for a new opportunity, and after a few months of being miserable there another new chance came my way, and without praying I jumped into the deep end before I ever took a breath. That turned out to be a bad choice. Of course anyone will tell you that jumping before you think; breathe or pray is taking a big risk, but as humans - we sometimes only see the shiny gold plating, and never take a moment to look closer to make sure it's what we think it really is or worse - if it's what God wants for us.
For 7 weeks life consistently got harder, and harder; everything changed. My abilities as a mother changed, my marriage changed ... I as a woman changed. That is what this rose is to me. It is a metaphor of the summer of 2012 for me.
No matter how dirty, dark and muddy our lives may be or become; God has placed in us a bright spot. If we take enought time to notice it and nurture it we too can bloom like the rose in the mud.
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