Mothers Day Flowers

 

THE REMARKABLE,
THE BEAUTIFUL,
THE BLESSED
LOVE OF MOTHERS:
IT’S ALL ABOUT JESUS!!!

Proverbs 23: 25
Let your father and mother be glad;
  let her who bore you rejoice.

God bless you, every  mother, and every single one  of you motherers.  Jesus Himself knows how much we owe to our mothers.
God gives us life. Mothers give us birth. We give God the glory. We give thanks to our mothers. God loves us and leads us and guides us through life. Mothers love us and hold us and pray for us through life. God upholds and strengthens and inspires our fathers. Mothers encourage and support and love our fathers. God in His Love and His Wisdom and His Will chooses and blesses and rewards our mothers. Surely we agree with our Heavenly Father as we give Him praise and as we love and we honor and treasure our mothers.

I recall as a young boy how my father made a trip to the florist each year on Saturday, the day before Mother’s Day, where he purchased a big red carnation for himself, and one for each of his children, and a white (for her own mother had died) carnation corsage for our mother. How proudly we wore those beautiful flowers to honor our own beautiful mother at church on her special day.

I imagine God’s creative Mind giving to all of us the beautiful variety of flowers all around us to remind us of the blessings our mothers bring into our lives. So, as you read these poems, be reminded how deeply you are blessed by your mother, by your grandmothers and by all the motherers in your life. And next time you see a flower, take it as a reminder from God to thank Him for and treasure your mother and all of your motherers.

God Enhances His Glory

In the lives of our mothers so beautiful
and in the wonder of a flower
declaring His power
God often enhances His glory.

In the love of our mothers so similar
we see the love of our God so pure
as He gives of Himself
all for His children treasured . . .

. . . in the splendor we see when we watch as a
blossom becomes for an instant her
throne fitting and proper for
making God’s glory visible.

So, a butterfly briefly alighting on a beautiful blossom reminds me of both God’s glory and His Love and His Glory—just like a mother.

There Is An Elegance About A Rose

 There is an elegance about a rose
which sings God’s praise inside my soul
a lofty song of praise for Him who is
her Maker and the Shaper of her loveliness,
who with His fingers fashions both her
silky softness  and  her soothing touch
each time I take a petal in my calloused hand—
I smile and press it once again and yet again;
as I admire her color both so subtle
and yet so pure like some gem which
shimmers in the glory of the sun reflecting
beauty truly fit for her and my own King eternal.

Actually every flower has something to say, or should I say sing: “Hallelujah! Praise the Lord! He is faithful!”

Each And Every Flower

 Each and every flower
reveals her own testimony
crafted according to His purpose
as He in His pure joy
smiles while He displays His
glory for all who who look and
see the intricacies He reveals
in His nature holy—
behold, He revels in each one
and her especial loveliness for
His delight, one more piece of
His Creation—His loving Parable.

Do you think it’s silly to imagine daisies giggling? Well, I would suggest you relax and get a life, as they say. Let God free your mind for His wonder—so He can lift you up and help you enjoy the miracles He places before you every single day.

Daisies Almost Seem To Giggle

 Daisies in their pure joy
almost seem to giggle
as they swing and sway
in breezes gentle
and with their dances happy
as they break out singing
every  yellow daisy
raises up her praises,
“Glory to our holy Maker
who gives us beauty for
His praises—and so we sing
 and gladly bow before Him.”

Tulips always take my breath away! So bright, so bold, so elegant! So glorious . . . surely God’s eyes twinkled when He formed the first one, even as He smiles when another mother gives birth.

When Tulips Lift Up Their Pretty Faces

 When tulips lift up their pretty faces
all bright and beautiful shining in the sun
I can almost imagine them singing
a lovely chorus of praise to their Lord.

And with all their colors waving like
pennants flying in a heavenly parade
He colors each precious one so pure they
point our blessed hearts and minds to Him.

Those who are yellow joyfully lead the way
while those deep purple honor the King on His throne
and those bright red our Savior and our Shepherd
 and those pure white the Holy Spirit our Counselor.

I praise God for each and every flower. When I step outside and see the colors and the shapes He places before us as His testimony to His love and His grace—my heart breaks out in worship!

I Consider Each Flower His Testimony

 I consider each flower a testimony
to express God’s purposeful and particular
love as He intricately designs each blossom
to reveal individual details
portraying expressions unimaginable
with unique colors and textures and features
which fit into the symmetry of His design
expressing His love for beauty—and
how close He holds in His heart, each one another
bold demonstration how the Creator uses
His all powerful yet delicate touch to show
His perfect and His loving delight.

 . . . And I know He delights in each and every one, even as He delights in the beauty of each and every mother, Praise the Lord! Sometimes I wonder what I would do if I had to choose my favorite flower, but I know He never does. He loves them all.

If You Had To Would You Choose . . . ?

If you absolutely had to make the choice:
Which one is more beautiful
out in the cold to endure an uncertain
spring—camellias, pansies, or daffodils?

Camellias red or pink or red and white
delicately and beautifully
make their case with elegance though the frost
may bruise and spread them on the ground.

Pansies bloom bright purple, yellow, white
snuggling courageous even on the frosted
ground their satiny petals bright their
smiling faces saluting the warming sun.

Daffodils dance happily together
to keep themselves still warm even when clouds
try to hide the sun and chill them while they
prance—they dance until His return victorious.

God makes them all such lovely gifts reminding
us, everyone, His glory ever shines though
clouds do come and winds blow cold, spring must come
to celebrate Him as resurrection reigns.

Well, what else can I say? God dearly loves mothers and all those wonderful women who mother. So do I. And they each express His glory as unique as all these flowers—each one’s beauty caught out in our own yard. May He today and everyday bless and strengthen and delight each and every one! Amen!