We have daisies that grow in our garden in the summertime.
They never last as long as I would like them to.
But every time I look at them, I am reminded of those times as a little girl when I would sit on my front porch picking the petals off
one….by one….by one.
‘He loves me, He loves me not.’
‘He loves me, He loves me not.’
The words would float into the air like a prayer on the wings of a butterfly.
I always loved it the most when the 2nd to last petal would already tell me the answer I was looking for and the game would end with the words ‘He loves me’.
I would giggle & run off.
Pigtails flying in the breeze.
Joy radiated the day because the cute boy that lived down the street ‘loved me’ and that’s all that my sweet little heart needed.
And each petal that once had meaning was now strewn across our yard.
I have been given daisies every day my entire life.
Small treasures from God.
Presented to me in His own Mighty hands.
Not in the form of petal & stem but in the circumstances & events that make me who I am.
In those times of trial & tears, it’s easy to pull off the last petal & say to myself, ‘if He did love me then why am I going through ‘this’ or ‘that’.
In times of beauty & blessing, the evidence is clear that He loves me. There is no need to question.
But as I sit on my porch, picking the petals off the daisies I am given, there is only one real answer. No matter what I go through, no matter what I face, no matter the choices I make or tears I shed….He Loves Me….no matter what!
He loves me when my bank account doesn’t reap abundance.
He loves me when I am not a good mom or wife or friend.
He loves me when I hurt & when I mourn.
When I sing & when I dance.
He loves me when I am impatient & imperfect. Intolerant & incapable.
He holds out His hand to me every day with a gift. What I unwrap might not be what I was hoping for or wanting but He knows where my heart needs to be. He knows the true gift. There is nothing that He gives to me that isn’t in His plan to bring me closer to Him.
And as the petals fall to the ground, even in the winter when it’s dark & cold & I don’t feel like there is much to be thankful for, the only words I can hear myself say, are…..
He Loves Me!!
He Loves Me!!
He Loves Me!!
By Tracy Sorg, Words To Live By
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