It wasn't the year, this year.
I'm noticing that as I am settling into this decade of 50's, time goes faster - months are weeks, weeks are days, and days are...this morning. Already 2019 is one quarter the way through, spring has arrived, and tomorrow summer will arrive, fall will be next week and Christmas will be next month. My husband and I will be looking at our 2nd anniversary in our home in June. Somedays it seems we just moved in and other days it seems we've lived here nearly forever.
Is your life like that? Do you see any changes in yourself from last year to this year? Do you see improvement or regression or you've maintained the status quo?
The navy wife blood that still runs through my veins wrestles with the thought, once in a blue moon, wouldn't it be nice to start over again? Wouldn't it be fun to live......? And then my 52 year old self slaps me aside the head and says, "Are you crazy?!"
The adventures of moving to new places are for the younger. That's why, I guess, so many of us who did the military life, did it when we were young. But now, finding the new thing in the day to day of this "normal" stay in one place till I die life is my challenge and my goal.
It's so easy and oh how quickly we do this, to become comfortable. My husband and I have the same seat at church now. We go to the same restaurants, order the same items on the menu. We drive new routes from time to time but for the most part we see nothing new in the same ol', same ol'.
Until this morning.
I took a walk around around our land and as I was finishing up, I didn't want to make the steep walk up our driveway to the road. But someTHING pushed me up and said, "Go." So I went. Went to the street and turned around and headed back down the hill when this caught my eye.
I looked around and saw a few more in a small area on the side of the driveway and then looked up and saw no evidence of the tree or bush from which they may have come.
But there they were, pretty as could be. I picked a petal up and looked at its detail, the detail our Creator put into it, knowing it most likely would never be seen from the outside. But there it was, the inside petals full of unique beauty that I just happened to get a glimpse of with still no idea how they landed on that particular place in my driveway. To be clear: there is no plant or tree or bush anywhere around where I found these.
So I'm wondering now, what details am I missing that only God can see, that only matter to His smiling eyes. Will the world see the beauty of hearts focused on Him, or is the hidden beauty, hidden by the outward appearance only meant for God to see?
The smallest detail matters to God, whether we think so or know so or see so or not, the smallest detail, the most intricately designed pattern or color or texture.....matters.
And that's all that matters.
If no one ever sees the beauty of your hidden secret pains, the deep detail of your seemingly purposeless and mundane life, it still matters to God.
The Creator of this flower petal created me and you uniquely, with just the right shading and pattern and contrast for His glory, for His enjoyment. Most will probably never see the beauty of His design called "us" but the most isn't who He created us for. He created us for His good pleasure and purpose.
You, my friend were created for a unique purpose. God may be the only one who ever sees what it is, but that's ok. He's the only one who matters.
p.s. The flower is the bloom from a Tulip Poplar. But there are none of these trees in this area.