When Rylie Joy brings you flowers, she brings them roots and all. There is no half-way. Bless that child, there is never half way about anything.
Rylie Girl, I say, I don’t need the whole flower, ok?. Just pick off the top. The pretty part. But she continues to bring me the whole plant… the whole life. Dirt spraying anyone who’s near. Three feet long and too big for any vase.
Repeated scenarios in my life generally mean I’ve missed something. My God is good with parables, and He knows I love a good metaphor.
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The pretty petals are connected to the unremarkable stem and the leaves that funnel water to the underground network that never gets its due credit. And, I think of you.
I think of you.
You who give your family a solid foundation, unseen and unheralded
You who (let’s face it) are simply not as gorgeous as the petals you provide for on top
You who stretch and grow and dig deeper to balance out the top
You who spend your days in the dirt- in the dark- throwing every bit of nutrient up and every bit of strength down
You, who rarely see the light or the fruits of your labor… who must nourish yourself and all the life above you
You. We love you. And, we thank you. And, we wouldn’t be beautiful without you.
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I need to remember to notice, to appreciate, to grab the whole life.
Rylie Girl, you are- and may you ever be– a remarkable Messenger.