The fallen azalea flower…
far removed from its mother bush.
Bright pink, but face down in all the muck and mud that gathers before the opening of the drainage ditch.
Just the gentlest of showers could carry it into that darkest of places – forgotten.
But for now it is a shout of color within the dirty debris.
Being itself in the midst…as it is called to be…as it needs to be.
“Be who you are and be that well in order to honor the Master whose handiwork you are.” St. Francis de Sales
“When they walk through the valley of weeping, it will become a place of refreshing springs.”
+It has been awhile since I have posted on this blog and I hope now to return more regularly. I have weekly been posting on my professional blog at http://www.lifelinesmobile.org/blog and you are welcome to visit me there. And yet I have missed this place, this bit of Godly sanctuary, and each of you my readers. I’m learning that in work we often wear seatbelts. I see God so connected in the all about me, it blesses me (and I h0pe you as well) to share those bits of light. In this crazy, mixed up world we need to remember God is with us. He is Emmanuel, and we in turn are called to be those shouts of color…that hope for the weary.