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Every year when spring arrives, I eagerly await the blooming of a single poppy that grows in my yard. It was here when we purchased the property and it’s the most beautiful poppy I’ve ever seen, with pale pink petals and a deep purple center. I have fervently protected this poppy through all sorts of excavating and construction and I love watching it bloom every year.
This past spring, as we planned for a weekend trip away from home, I busied myself with prepping our home and yard for our time away (I am fastidious about how I leave things at home when I travel). So I cleaned the house, mowed and trimmed the yard, weeded the flower beds, and tended to the newly-planted garden. I also checked on my poppy. It was still a fuzzy, green bud and I was certain we’d be home before it bloomed.
We left on a Friday morning and upon returning home Sunday night, I was stunned to see our yard covered in leaves, sticks, and branches. The grass (that was a lush carpet of green when we left) was brown and dead in many spots. What’s more, most of my flowers had been destroyed. My perfectly manicured yard was a complete disaster. As I walked around to assess the damage, I once again checked on my precious poppy. What I found was a bare stalk with crumpled, brownish-pink petals strewn all over the ground. It had bloomed while we were gone and the storm had ripped it apart. I was devastated.
I stood for a while, staring at my dead poppy, and tears began to form. I was exhausted from traveling, angry that all of my hard work was for naught, and sad about losing one of my most favorite things—something that brightens my spirit every year. I spent the rest of the night and the next day lamenting over my lost poppy.
On the second day, I finally found the energy to begin cleaning up the mess and as I walked by the spot where my poppy used to be, I caught a glimpse of something pink. There, just a few feet away from the dead stalk, was another beautiful pink poppy with a deep purple center, in full brilliant bloom. I’d been so focused on the devastation that I hadn’t noticed another perfect poppy blossom right nearby. I was so blinded by what I thought God had taken away, that I couldn’t see the blessing God had provided. As this realization washed over me and I felt God’s presence with me in the form of a second beautiful pink poppy, the tears formed again, and my spirit was restored.
Matthew 7: 7-8 (NIV)
“Ask and it will be given to you; seek and you will find; knock and the door will be opened to you. For everyone who asks receives; the one who seeks finds; and to the one who knocks, the door will be opened.”
May you always be able to see the open doors of God’s blessings.