"The Post-Mature Birth"

Never too late to bloom. Just need to be lifted up, so it can breath. 10-18-2019 Perryton, TX

 

I learned a lesson yesterday from a measly little post-mature flower. I am known to be a person of curiosity so I have a story to tell about one of my projects. I had planted some seeds of a gorgeous, colorful leaf plant late in the summer. I planted them in a small flower bed where nothing had grown all summer, not even a weed was there when I covered the seeds with a light bit of dirt. I watered the ground daily, and watched for any kind of sign of a sprout. Weeks went by, but nothing ever showed up. I wanted that plant to come up so badly till I just kept watering the ground. Thinking if it did make it up before cold weather I would transplant it to a pot and bring it inside. Finally I saw a tiny speck of green, and I was so excited I hand watered it every day. It grew so slowly, and I thought it was too green to be that colorful leaf plant that I was expecting. All things have a surprise somewhere within so I kept watching for a bit of color to appear. It never happened. Finally I realized the green stem which now was leafing out, was another wild plant that had made it's way into that little spot. Oh well, I thought, it won't ever bloom because it's far to late, but I kept watering it anyway. Weeks went by, and then a bud appeared. It looked sick, and was just a tiny form. I quit watering it, then it laid down on the ground for like of moister. I am not stretching it. I never watered that plant again, then yesterday I was shocked to see this post-mature flower lying on the ground face down. A few of the pedals were missing, but it was a perfect flower otherwise. Being it's a flower it can't survive long. Lesson learned, Patience bringeth forth tribulations, but for what reason when it's just a worthless flower. “Curiosity killed the cat” so I've heard. I hope I don't go that far.

The luncheon at the Center has now begun, but I simply could not miss telling this story. Now I will get started on my painting, which I should have finished by now, but again I am waiting for that miracle, that probably will not happen. “Help me Lord to accept what I am not, and be thankful for what I am.” I hope I am honest in saying that, but I know the bible says, “strive for perfection.” WOW! I guess I won't give up, and learn to like what I now am not satisfied with. I need more originality, and less someone else. It's me that I have to please, so what makes me try to please others? I do believe the bible says, “put others before yourself.” What a challenge for us all. If I have to lie on the ground to mature, I can do that.

God Bless

Myrtle Jean Sharp