Another petal separates from the flower. It floats to the table. Unnoticed. Its beauty filled the space for a little longer than a week. I see the pile, scoop it up in my hands, and release it into the trash without thought. All routine, all below the radar of important, all here today and gone tomorrow. And I move on to the next task or event or crisis.
Days later, I empty the trash. Pull up the sides of the white bag and push the unwanted down. More routine. However, as I push down, the momentum creates the slightest current. A petal is caught up. It floats. It escapes the confines of the trash and lands on the floor as if it knows it has one more purpose to fulfill, as if it is saying, “I’m not finished yet!”
I bend. I gingerly take it up between two fingers hoping it won’t disintegrate into dust. It rests in my palm now, this tenacious flower petal and I wonder. "What do you have to teach me unnoticed one? Can I learn anything from you? What lesson do you hold for me in this moment?"
I think of Jesus and parables and sermons preached from mountains. I see crowds enraptured by mystery revealed as he speaks simply, speaks with authority. I move to the sofa, rest the flower petal on the coffee table and open my Bible.
Therefore, I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or drink; or about your body, what you will wear. Is not life more than food, and the body more than clothes? Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they?
Can any one of you by worrying add a single hour to your life? And why do you worry about clothes? See how the flowers of the field grow.
They do not labor or spin. Yet I tell you that not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these. If that is how God clothes the grass of the field, which is here today and tomorrow is thrown into the fire, will he not much more clothe you—you of little faith?
So, do not worry, saying, ‘What shall we eat?’ or ‘What shall we drink?’ or ‘What shall we wear?’ For the pagans run after all these things, and your heavenly Father knows that you need them. But seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well. Therefore, do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own.
My hand rests upon the pages, connecting with the life they offer. My eyes float to that persistent flower petal and I feel His words bubble up like a fresh spring, “I love you more than any flower.”
For the third time, I scoop up this petal. I open my front door and release this messenger to the wind. Its purpose fulfilled.
I open my heart too and let the fresh Wind blow. It still carries these words, “I love you more than a flower. So much more.”
I didn’t know how He longed to connect with me in every little moment until He did. I didn’t know I was carrying worry until it was lifted. And, I didn’t know I need to be reminded I was loved until I was reminded.