FLOWER PEOPLE

Suppose you dwell in a high-rise apartment. On the window sill of your room is a
solitary daisy. This morning you picked the daisy and pinned it on your lapel. Since you have only one plant, this is a big event and a special daisy.

But as soon as you’re out the door, people start picking petals off your daisy. Someone snags your subway seat. Petal picked. You’re blamed for the bad report of a co-worker. Three petals. The promotion is given to someone with less experience. More petals. By the end of the day, you’re down to one. Woe be to the soul
who dares to draw near it. You’re only one petal-snatching away from a blowup.

What if the scenario was altered slightly? Let’s add one character. The kind man in the apartment next door runs a flower ship on the corner. Every night on the way home he stops at your place with a fresh, undeserved, yet irresistible bouquet. These are not leftover flowers. They are top-of-the-line arrangements. You don’t know why he thinks so highly of you, but you aren’t complaining. Because of him, your apartment has a sweet fragrance, and your step has a happy bounce. Let someone mess with your flower, and you’ve got a basket full to replace it!

The difference is huge. And the interpretation is obvious.
God will load your world with flowers. He hand-delivers a bouquet to your door every
day. Open it! Take them! Then, when rejections come, you won’t be left short-petaled.

Excerpted from:
A Love Worth Giving
W Publishing,