Garden Friendships

The garden. A bursting of energy from perennials that have been saving, storing, for a time when the conditions are just right.

My Multi-colored Hydrangea

My Multi-colored Hydrangea

Facebook is alive with pictures of new growth.

My friend, Delores Liesner, made this statement:

The risk of dropping seeds into a wildflower garden from a package that says “hundreds of kinds” is I don’t know how to identify the plants. We have a corner filled with tall green leafy spikes which my husband insists is a weed. I think it’s a 5-7′ tall flower that hasn’t blossomed yet.

In the garden of friends, I see myself as a tenacious weed…roots deep, hardy, not especially breathtaking to look at…but nice enough. I drop seeds of encouragement, kindness & friendship. Some take hold, some don’t. If ignored, I will eventually leave, as there is nothing there to keep me….but it takes a lot (hence the tenacity). Sometimes the weeds are all that’s left after the ‘pretty’ flowers are gone.

A transplant(pink) from the main bush(blue).

A transplant(pink) from the main bush(blue).

Take a closer look at those weeds in your life.
Consider that God created them too; they have a purpose in His eyes.
How many of us have been exasperated by dandelions? Talk about a tenacious weed!

And they are everywhere!

And yet…what is the first gift a toddler gives his or her mother?

“I picked this for you!”

Who hasn’t watched a child’s joy in their experience of blowing a puffy seed head for the first time?

God provided a nutritious salad green in the dandelion leaves.

Don’t be too quick in getting rid of the weeds in your garden.

A surprise I found among the weeds today.

A surprise I found among the weeds today.

Due to physical limitations, my garden isn’t weeded as well as I would like it to be…but I found a sweet surprise nestled in a thick patch of weeds. There is a purple flower nestled within the greenery. I almost passed it by; I had to look twice.

Purple. The color of His royalty.

I don’t mind being a weed. It’s clear to me, that I was created ‘for such a time as this’. (Esther 4:14 NIV)

Life began in a Garden.

Where do you best bloom?

About Cyn

Cyn Rogalski is a daughter of the Most High God. A prayer warrior, artist, speaker and writer, the work of her hands is meant to draw you to Jesus. Want me to speak at your next retreat, service or gathering? Contact me by leaving a comment below.
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8 Responses to Garden Friendships

  1. Your post made me recall a time when I proudly decorated a picnic table for my daughter’s birthday party with a pretty plant I found in our yard. I dug it up, flower and all, repotted it, and placed it in the center of the table. My mother-in-law was first to arrive and as she approached, she said, “Why do you have that weed on the table?” I was crushed, but answered, “I didn’t know it was a weed, but it’s pretty and I am going to use it.” So glad my Father reclaimed me and doesn’t see me as a weed!

  2. Carol Weeks says:

    This is just plain cool, Cyn. You have the best analogies…

  3. Sue Badeau says:

    I love this Cyn – about a month ago I posted a bunch of photos of “weeds” and wrote this caption to the photos: Look closely. What do you see. Did you say, “weeds?” I know, I have posted photos of weeds before. You may think I have a “thing” for weeds. And you’d be right. So often we glance at an area– a field, a strip along the sidewalk, a corner patch and see “weeds” – as soon as the term pops into our head, we stop looking. “Just weeds,” we think as our eyes search elsewhere for glimpses of beauty. But when we stop looking, we fail to see. We fail to see the exquisite beauty, delicate laciness or robust sturdiness each “weed” is endowed with. We do the same with people, don’t we? At a glance, a label jumps into our mind – “homeless person,” “welfare queen,” “juvenile delinquent,” “psycho,” “drug dealer,” “prostitute,” “drug dealer,” “foster child,” “gang-banger” . . . . the “weeds” of society. And as soon as the label pops into our head, we stop looking for beauty in that place, or on that corner. We stop looking and we fail to see. We fail to see the individuality, the beauty, the strength and the humanity in each person. We turn away. “Open my eyes, that I may see . . . . “

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