Let It Bloom

It’s been a life-long love affair with the Hydrangea, but the seasons are changing and it’s going away until Spring. This morning I noticed myself having a bit of trouble letting it go.

My daughter and I were out shopping this week. When I disappeared from view, she knew where to find me. We were near the flower department and there I was staring at the massive bouquet of multicolored Hydrangea. We carried it to the checkout, and when she beeped the bouquet and saw the price, she gave me a surprised look, or maybe it was shock.

I knew better than to meet her gaze and looked away thinking, you only live once. We came home and put them in water.

This morning I walked by the coffee table where they sit. Some of them had drooped overnight, so I grabbed the vase and took it into the kitchen. I laid them out on the cutting board, grabbed a sharp knife and sliced a good chunk of the ends off each stem. I chose a different vase, filled it with cool water and placed them in. They looked pretty sad, but I remained hopeful.

Looking out the window, I saw my neighbors outside, so took a walk around the block for a short visit. There’s nothing like listening to a toddler talk about life. When I returned home, the Hydrangeas were perking up and struggling their best. As I write, all are standing tall and looking refreshed, except for one.

We have a fear of loss and try and fix things to make them last longer. As I saw this one stem not revive itself I thought, well, I can always buy more, but then stopped that thought. It shouldn’t be that easy to replace. I’m just going to let them bloom, stay as long as they wish and move into a new season.

Seasons are temporary and I look forward to seeing the Hydrangea in the spring. Until then, I can have peace in knowing I didn’t try to make it stay. All I did was let it bloom.

Feel the Music

I haven’t driven my truck all week.

That is why I haven’t posted a song, because I usually hear the right song while driving. Today? I had to run away from home.

I didn’t go far, and wasn’t gone long, but that little drive refreshed me. The last time I drove my truck was four days ago, and I had a conversation with God. Ever since we had that talk, I’ve had my head down, and focused on what He has called me to do.

It has been an intense week of trying to pull all the little pieces together. Everything He has given me to work with is scattered around, so it’s one step, and then another. Each step I take, and complete, leads to more steps. It’s mesmerizing to watch it unfold.

It felt great when this song came on! I rolled my windows down, turned the volume up where the bass was thumping, and drove straight through the countryside. Enjoy!