The
Iris.......
every spring it's blossoms capture my
eye. Her blooms of gradient color are ruffled, seemingly airy, light, and
delicate. The ink on her petals lighter on the tips grow deeper and more
rich as you move toward her center. As I look upon the flower, it appears
that the slightest breeze or shower will rip her glory from her, but have you ever stooped down to cradle her dress in your hands?
If you haven't, I think you would be pleasantly surprised if you did.
Iris.......
every spring it's blossoms capture my
eye. Her blooms of gradient color are ruffled, seemingly airy, light, and
delicate. The ink on her petals lighter on the tips grow deeper and more
rich as you move toward her center. As I look upon the flower, it appears
that the slightest breeze or shower will rip her glory from her, but have you ever stooped down to cradle her dress in your hands?
If you haven't, I think you would be pleasantly surprised if you did.
What appears light and carefree, is really very sturdy and strong. I have encountered people in my life who are like an iris. Their demeanor is always gentle and delicate, their spirit welcoming and beautiful, and as I have gotten closer and actually touched the heart of who they are, I have found the color painted upon their lives deeper and richer the closer I get to their center.
I have also found that those same people whose presence is light and joyful, are surprisingly strong and sturdy when the world brings its storms, winds, and rains.
They possess a delicate strength.
Those people are as refreshing to me as gazing upon the beauty of God's creation, causing me to want to gaze upon Him longer and drink Him in more deeply and ask myself -
Does my life burst forth that delicate frame, gentle to others and as they get close enough to touch me, do they find someone
beautiful, yet strong and sturdy, colored more deeply as they reach to my core?
Maybe not now, but someday soon......................Blooms will come.
I have also found that those same people whose presence is light and joyful, are surprisingly strong and sturdy when the world brings its storms, winds, and rains.
They possess a delicate strength.
Those people are as refreshing to me as gazing upon the beauty of God's creation, causing me to want to gaze upon Him longer and drink Him in more deeply and ask myself -
Does my life burst forth that delicate frame, gentle to others and as they get close enough to touch me, do they find someone
beautiful, yet strong and sturdy, colored more deeply as they reach to my core?
Maybe not now, but someday soon......................Blooms will come.
