The poppies of the field

Passersby stopped their cars. Some actually drove in the driveway, walked up the steps to the porch, and knocked on the door.

“May we look at your flower garden?” they asked.

Daddy’s and Mama’s garden was always abounding with fruits and vegetables – strawberries in June, green beans in July, sweet corn in August, and pumpkins in September. But at a certain time of the summer, the garden was amass with papery-petalled blooms – beautiful red poppies.

Like their garden, Daddy’s and Mama’s lives were amass with ever-bearing vibrancy – beautiful lives of honor and service to God!

Although well-remembered, it is a time past.

Nothing remains of the beautiful flower garden – the vibrant red poppies. For a few years, a little stem, here and there, popped up, but now, withered stubble covers the ground where the poppies once bloomed. And like the garden, nothing remains here on earth of the vibrant lives of Daddy and Mama.

“All men [and women] are like grass, and all their glory is like the [poppies] of the field; the grass withers and the [poppies] fall, but the word of our God stands forever.” (Isaiah 40:6,8)

His word stands forever. It is powerful. It is mighty. It is beautiful. It does not die. It withstands every season, every storm, every fire, and every trial. It is amass with vibrancy – the vibrancy of life.

So again today, I will open the Word and let it fill me with its unending message.  I want people to stop and look at my life and see God’s glory in all of its beauty.

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