It's Sunflower season again in my garden. Many of you know, and join me in loving these whimsical, sunny-faced botanicals.
I harvested seeds from last year's dried blooms, bought a couple new varieties from Burpee.com and planted earlier this year, in April.
Up they came, only a week later.
So faithful...to me.
Planted specifically right out my kitchen window, I glory in them. Cup of coffee in hand, many a morning prayer are spent leaning on the counter and feeling the Holy Spirit infuse His peace, His Love, and so much more.
I recommend starting the day this way.
Right now, I am anxious for a new variety to open. They've been a little slower in the shadow of the mighty over achievers.
They're suppose to be a marroun color.
And then this happened...
A conjoined sunflower, the bigger one protruding a petal in the center of its core.
Twins are formed by a fertilzed egg spliting--identical twins. Or, by two separate fertilized eggs--fraternal.
So what happened down there in the dirt?
I don't know, but they are one flower, front and back and then some...bursting with joy, fully alive, swaying in the breeze together. They catch what's going on from all sides.
Friendship in the Lord is like that, standing tall with one another as we grow. We see a different perspective on things. One sees one way, and another can see things more subjectively, lacking an emotional attachment. Isn't that the way we're suppose to harvest wisdom? Sharing and holding on to one another, we can trust each other in the heavier winds that blow, threatening to knock us down. We encourage each other as we share from our experiences of what the "garden of life" brings to us. We hold each other accountable.
For we are planted for one purpose, to bring God glory.
Even in our past, special friendships in the Lord, grab on and hold us to open up all our beauty to one another and the world. Sometimes there is so much love, we just don't have room, so it will just burst out further into the world. Eyes may roll, some may just scroll on by, thinking too weird for me...
How does their "garden" grow?
My garden is FULL of the beauty of special friends. We are oddly peculiar to the world, loving one another, praying for one another, trusting one another, dancing, singing, parenting, mourning and rejoicing.
From the deepest of hearts, there is something very intimate when praying with a friend.
Lord, I give praise and thanksgiving for friends who gather 'round my table and plant their loyalty and own grace deep in my heart. Keep us faced towards You, soaking up Your goodness, Your purpose and Truth, for our own lives, and for the encouragement of each other. You see all of us as Holy anomolys, perfect and complete in Your Grace. Blessed. Amen.