Monday, April 30, 2012

Faded Flowers

the roses i picked this morning are already faded. dusty around the edges and murky looking instead of rosy. i feel like that lately. like i don't even make it through the day without fading.


once they had faded and i saw they were now the new attraction for the swarm of fruit flies that live happily in our house (note, i'm not so happy about that, i said they are happy.) i rinsed them off in the sink and set them in a bowl out on the back porch. 


later on, as the kids played in the backyard and i made feeble attempts at dinner, i had the bright idea to arrange them purty-like for my hubby who was out of town on a retreat. originally i was going to arrange them on the front porch but it occurred to me that his man-buddy who would be dropping him off might laugh a bit at that. i decided to save his pride a bit and put it out on the back porch instead. (then, of course, i decided to blog about it and tell the whole world but i say all is fair game for blogging and besides he has one too so he can blog-revenge me if he wants.)


Kaiya offered to help and i happily let her so i could finish cooking dinner. lining out a heart i left her the pile of petals to fill it with. admittedly i went back and redid it as there were giant clumps of petals and then bald patches and my slight ocd was kicking in and screaming for uniform petal coverage.


once arranged i stepped back to admire the handi work and noticed that the softened hue of the red looked better in the heart than the full on reddish pink they had been when i picked them.


what if we are all wrong about what use we'll be? what if the plan we have is nice and all but still off base a bit? i so often fill in the majority of the story not leaving any room for the One that wrote the world into existence to add anything at all. it's like a child insisting on rewriting a classic.


i thought i had a plan for them, a best way to use them but there was a better way. one that would use the fade to get a fitting color for the moment. perhaps i should leave the coloring of life to the One who made the crayons.



-hope of getting better.
-grass sprays popping up through rocks
-soft blue sky, open and clear, blank, like paper for a drawing
-a back-up canvas bag for the ol' ipad
-rock quarries and the wonders within
-lyrics in a song finally understood
-patchwork of splayed leaves and startling sky
-a husband willing to get up and hunt for a belt
-when the kids sit next to each other for quiet time 
-cuts on a little finger
-a place for worry. a hot, deep, place called hell.


16 comments:

  1. Nice analogy with the roses and being a bit faded before the day ends. Not being so quick to discard, finding another way to show the beauty. Lovely.

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    1. I'm afraid I am often too quick to discard but lately have been learning to look a second time and see what might be there.

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  2. Rewriting the story--that's me. Great post:) Blessings to you!

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    1. Story has been everywhere for me lately, there was this great book called 1,000 miles in a million years (or maybe the other way around) that was about how our story is God's story and someimes in the here and now we can't see the full picture. Good stuff.

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  3. Ah, it's so true... we think we have the best all figured out, but He has a better plan. Thanks for this lovely reminder.

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    1. Our best doesn't even come close, does it?

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  4. "perhaps i should leave the coloring of life to the One who made the crayons." What a great saying! I want to remember that!

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    1. thanks, it was one of those that I remembered to pray asking how to best finish it off!

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  5. I ditto sylvia...I love that too...blessings~

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  6. "i so often fill in the majority of the story not leaving any room for the One that wrote the world into existence to add anything at all."

    Love that thought.

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    1. I would love it more if I would stop doing it!

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  7. I'm so glad to "meet" you via Ann's place and your kind comment on my blog today!

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  8. I like your last one. I like it a lot!

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    1. I do too but have to remind myself where worry should go!

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