Growing In God’s Flower Garden

“Consider how the lilies grow. They do not labor or spin. Yet, I tell you, that not even Solomon in all His splendor was dressed like one of these.” (Luke 12:27)

“I’m looking over a four leaf clover, that I overlooked before. . .”

Remember that little song? It had cute words, but I will be concentrating on this first line in what I am about to share.

I remember how each year when Spring arrived, my Dad would plow a plot of ground to be used for growing vegetables. He would also plow a small plot for Mom to have a flower garden.

On special days, when company was coming, or maybe just for Sunday dinner, Mom and I would go to her flower garden to cut a bouquet of multi-colored flowers to use on the table, and other places throughout the house. The only problem was I would get sidetracked by seeing small flowers growing on their own—in the grass!

One such flower was a clover blossom. These little flowers would always catch my attention, so I would stop here and there before getting to the actual flower garden to pick myself a bouquet of clover blossoms They weren’t a particularly fragrant flower, but they just seemed sad to me, sprinkled all through the grass with nobody noticing them.

When I think if this today, I compare it to how people with chronic illness are usually passed over by others who gravitate towards people whom they feel might be more interesting to talk with. Or maybe they would need them to help with something which they knew we with limitations wouldn’t be able to do.

At times now I feel like that little clover that I would notice, pick, and love, while Mom went straight to the beautiful flowers that had taken lots of her time in order to even have them grow.

I also feel pretty special, because I know God planted and attended the clover blossom for His own pleasure, even if no one else ever noticed it. The same is true with me. He created me “for His own pleasure,” but also allows me to be “tramped on” with heavy burdens of ill health.  To endure being overlooked by others because I am not growing in the garden of ‘healthy, more attractive and helpful people.’ “

So, the next time you go for a walk in your yard, look around at all of God’s beautiful creation, but also look down at times. Because, if you don’t, you might miss some of the beautiful little flowers in God’s own garden, which most people step on without even knowing they are there.

And, choose a “clover” from the “garden” of those with chronic illness to love and support . . .and let them know you chose them. It will help them feel they are worth something, and make their day a bit brighter.

Prayer: Thank You, Father for loving and caring for us “flowers” who no longer fit in a beautifully manicured flower garden.

About the Author:
Alice Ervin lives with fibromyalgia, degenerative arthritis, chemical sensitivities, and other chronic illnesses. She does so with the help of her beloved husband and friends who are always willing to help in any way they can. Most of all, she is helped by, and is thankful for the constant presence and comfort of her Savior, Jesus Christ.

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