When Jon and I moved out here just over ten years ago, we started growing wildflowers – lots of them. We’re now up to approx. 19 acres of them! We knew not all of them would bloom the first year so each spring there’s a Christmas-like anticipation about what new blossoms might show up.
When we discovered this one shooting up here and there, we wondered if we had a new noxious (harmful, poisonous, or very unpleasant) weed among the wild beauties we knew about.
It towers far above the other flowers and my six-foot tall husband. Was it a dandelion on steroids? Or a thistle?
The buds promised large blossoms and my curiosity grew with them.
Before taking action, I looked at our receipt with the complete seed list and Googled every one of them.
It’s a Compass Plant – an official wildflower not a weed. And this plant can live up to 100 years! I don’t know that thrilled me so, but it did. The reason for its name is so cool – its large leaves point North and South while the smaller leaves point East and West. Some say that the settlers who came to the Great Plains could find their way in the dark feeling the leaves. Learn more about this interesting plant HERE.
I stood as close as I could to the first open blossom – it’s not an easy task as the garden is dense with plants. Still – I stepped in (something I do quite often in spite of my physical and vocal aversion to the wood ticks who might hitch a ride!) and admired the strength of the stem. Looking up I asked God, “Teach me something from this beauty.”
Two verses immediately came to mind. . .
“Put on the full armor of God, so that you can take your stand against the devil’s schemes.” Ephesians 6:11 (NIV)
And. . .
“Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways submit to him, and he will make your paths straight.” Proverbs 3:5 & 6 (NIV)
As the power of these familiar verses washed over my spirit, a strong, hot wind blew through the garden and across my sweaty face. The other flowers rustled and swayed while this tall one stood steady and faced the heat of the noonday sun.
As I stepped back on the path, another verse crossed my mind and stopped me in my tracks. A command wrapped in a legacy. It was one of Grandma Joy’s favorites. And Mama’s. And is one of mine.
Wait for the Lord; be strong and take heart and wait for the Lord. Psalm 27:14 (NIV)
And there it was – the answer I’d been yearning for in a season of self-doubt, striving, discouragement, and weariness. Then a peace this world cannot give swooshed through me soaking my internal chaos with hope.
I looked back at the plant thankful for a powerful lesson from God about standing and actively waiting while wandering around in the middle of a wildflower garden.
But that’s nothing new for Him – He’s been teaching us vital and eternal lessons from the garden since time began.
Until Next Time,