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Monday, May 17, 2010
My Little Peonies . . .
Last year about this time, Karla Dornacher posted an article God gave her about a thunder storm and her peony bush. She called it, He Turns Our Sorrows Into Joy, and described how a serious thunderstorm roared through their property and left her beautiful peony bush the worst. (www.karladornacher.com/blog/June 9, 2009)
She lovingly brought in the blooms and with some washing and tender care she filled two large vases with beautiful bouquets. God showed her that we sometimes become muddied with thoughts of despair, depression or discontentment and we lose hope... But there is hope, for the Master Gardener reaches down from heaven and gently lifts our heads, washes us and carefully places us in the church bouquet.” (Words and expressions taken from Karla’s article.)
Her story awakened my love of peonies. After sharing her story with Jerry, he surprised me with five peony bushes. We planted them around our yard and hoped we would see blossoms this year.
Even if we only receive this blossom and bud above, my heart will be glad. The picture will remind me of His care, through all circumstances, just like my baby leaves do. (See March 30, 2009 post, titled Baby Leaves)
My thought continues from a devotion I read by Charles Spurgeon speaking from Psalm 30:5, ” ... weeping may remain for a night, but rejoicing comes in the morning,” I like these words he shared:
“Your head may be crowned with thorny troubles right now, but someday soon it will wear a starry crown. Your hands may be filled with many cares today, but will soon strum the strings of heaven’s harp. Now your garments may be stained with dust and dirt, but soon they will be white. . . What difference does it make that ‘weeping may remain for a night; when ‘rejoicing comes in the morning!’”
My peony bushes will always bring another picture of God’s love to my heart. His Hope. Always
On my drive home the other evening, I spotted two beautiful peony bushes alive with color. The following five snaps were fun to take!
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