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"Blessings reaching to the utmost bounds of the everlasting hills"
I don’t know about you, but my favorite time of the year is when
the flower growing season is at its height.
The diversity of plants and flowers has fascinated me since I was a
child as we eagerly looked for flame lilies (our national flower) and ground
orchids in the veld, around Christmas time, and we would fill a big copper bowl
with our findings! I was looking for a
verse that would describe the joy I felt in flowers, and I came across this
verse in Genesis “blessings of the grain and flowers, blessings reaching to the
utmost bounds of the everlasting hills. These shall be the blessings upon the
head of Joseph who was exiled from his brothers.” O wow!
That really spoke to me about God’s provision of blessing in flowers
when we are feel low. Have you ever
looked across the hillsides when the hills are alive with yellow and purple
flowers? Absolute glory!
Joseph had been sold off into slavery by his brothers as a
young boy. He must have felt so alone,
and yet here God said the flowers will be a blessing on his head! After I had been divorced and felt rejected,
feeling like a slave with the hard grind of making ends meet after living in a
beautiful home with gardens. I was living
in a small upstairs apartment with no garden at the time but was able to turn
this around when I could walk around the local parks filled with beautiful rose
gardens and enjoy them as if they were mine. The huge benefit of this was I did
not have to be responsible to watering them, pruning or feeding them. I could
just enjoy them! This is surely what God
meant about the blessing of the flowers, they are just there to be enjoyed.
When I was widowed, people kindly sent me flowers. The
flowers at my late husband’s funeral were a beautiful symbol of his life and
the colors of his Dutch background with huge orange day lilies. Flowers have a
language of their own and the type and color can be symbols for feelings. Red roses for love, white for a wedding,
white lilies for death. Nations have their
own national flower; it is like a banner that rallies you. When you experience
grief through the loss of a significant person in your life, flowers help to
comfort and cheer you through the dark days. Elton John rewrote the words of”
Candle in the Wind” to sing at Princess Diana’s funeral, he said ‘Goodbye England's
rose”, what a comfort that was to the English people as they mourned her loss.
As an artist, I have painted or photographed many a flower
and they are still one of my favorite subjects. Flowers are used as decoration
in so many places, they are architectural features on buildings and play a part
in rituals and ceremonies. The lampstands
and decorations for the Israelites Tabernacle and Temple had almond flowers,
rosebuds and open flowers and palm tree carved into the cedar panels, these
were often covered in gold leaf. Some of the most beautiful classical gardens
are drawn with small green hedges or borders and different colored flower
panels in the spaces. Cities sometimes use
flowers to decorate a garden crest motif at the entrance of the city.
When you are going through times of grief and tears, when
you are feeling shunned and sent away.
When you are feeling alone, go and find a garden, look at the flowers,
enjoy them and meditate on them, remember God gave us flowers as a blessing.
There is an old hymn about Jesus walking and talking in the garden while the
dew was still on the roses. Look at those flowers and see if you can meet with
Jesus and talk out your grief with him.
Family stories are, perhaps, our own memorial stones. They remind us of who we are. They steady us when life becomes uncertain. And they help us understand that history is never merely something behind us; it continues to live quietly within us.
We are not separate from the past; we are shaped by it. The lives of those who came before us have influenced the world we now inhabit, just as our own lives will influence those who come after.
History is often described as the story of power, how it rises, shifts, and reshapes societies. Yet power does not move only through governments and armies. It moves quietly through families, through the opportunities and losses that shape the paths of individual lives. When we tell these stories, we remember that history is not distant or abstract. It is personal.
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