Handpicked flowers

Tuesday's Grand Connection Thought

by Mary May Larmoyeux

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Before my Sunday school class started this week, a little blond-headed girl walked into the room and handed one of the ladies a couple of daffodils. "Miss Barbara," she said, "these are for you."

My mind raced back to years ago when our children were young. One of our sons frequently delighted me with handpicked flowers. A time or two I truly hoped that they weren't from a neighbor's yard!

Last spring a couple of our granddaughters gave me one of the prettiest flower arrangements I had ever gotten—country wildflowers, I think with a little ragweed mixed in. I'm allergic to ragweed, but did I mention that to the grands? Of course not! Any sneezing that I did that day was well worth it.

"The flowers of late winter and early spring," wrote Gertrude S. Wister, "occupy places in our hearts well out of proportion to their size." I have to agree, especially if those flowers were picked by a grandchild.

Do you remember any special bouquet presented to you by a grandchild? Did you pick flowers for your own mother or grandmother?

Have a great week!
Mary
Mary May Larmoyeux
co-author of The Grand Connection: 365 Ways to Connect With Your Grandchild's Heart

Article  and photo ©  2012 Mary May Larmoyeux. All rights reserved.

The Purple Flowers are Somehow Living

Tuesday’s Thought

He changes times and seasons; he sets up kings and deposes them. He gives wisdom to the wise and knowledge to the discerning. (Daniel 2:21)


This morning as I was leaving for work, I couldn’t help but notice a few Chrysanthemum flowers peeking from behind the stalks of what used to be gorgeous Zenias. Despite several early morning temperatures below freezing, the purple flowers are somehow living.

This evening I googled Chrysanthemums and discovered that there are two types: “hardy mums” and “florist mums.” As you might guess, florist mums are not very likely to make it through cold winters.

This may be a strange thought, but as I saw a few bright mums in the midst of dried out and dead Zenias, I thought of grandkids and life.

I hope and pray that our grandkids will be like those bright flowers in the midst of a decaying world. That they will be “hardy,” grounded in Scripture and able to survive the cold seasons of their lives. That there will be something wonderfully different about them—a beauty that attracts others to them … and to Christ.

As our gradkids get older, I want to talk with them about world events from a biblical viewpoint by keeping up with current events through blogs like Culture Watch and Truth and Culture Weekly and by reading magazines like World and Citizen Magazine.

And I want to remember that no matter what season of life—for Jim and me, our kids, or grandkids, God never changes.

He wants us to be “hardy,” and will always give us wisdom ... if we’ll only ask.

He is able,
Mary
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