More Than Flowers

As a little girl I watched the wonders of the world and saw my mother spreading seeds. See had a mission to fulfill her commission by planting and cultivating along the way. On her knees with The Book in her hand she made her faith be known. She never lost sight of the prize because she never knelt alone.

At a neighbors house she stood to tell of His interventions. It was there that I learned of her life’s intentions. She spoke of service, honor and caring for her sisters. She said her life wasn’t much and He knew of where she had been, but He accepted her as she was and died for her sins. With a voice as strong as bell she proclaimed his greatness. She closed with a prayer for those who had witnessed.

My mother was the meek and passive kind. Somehow that day she was transformed. Without a crack of emotion she spoke so sincere to the mothers of friends I so revered. I just knew the neighbors were not ready to hear. Then, with a tear in my eye I felt something happened inside and I knew not why. Along the way of mother’s message that day she cast out a seed that had drifted my way.

Even today I’m unsure of what she was speaking or how He used her for my intervening. There I stood in front of my friends and their families, asking God in my heart, as they were my witnesses. I was tearfully thanking God for all he had given, all He looked over and for His son who has risen. I felt so relieved as if a burden had been lifted. With my mother I cried as God to our prayers listened.

I never look back at that day with remorse. Yes, I’ve stumbled and sinned and fallen so short. I lost my mother and father along the course. I know they’re in heaven where I’ll be some day. My mother and father were Christians who took the time to pray. They lifted up God in their lives on earth and planted the seeds of His good works every day.

The seed they planted in me still grows today. With all my strength I work to show other the way. My mother once said she had no power, but the fruit of the spirit would out do any earthly flower. The beauty of God’s love will show through a man, but make no mistake; the power is in God’s hand.

I’ll stand and speak to my friends tomorrow. My daughter will be there as I was back then. What my mother did for me I hope to do for friends. When I say the opening prayer I’ll ask God to take claim everyone there. I pray my words will be fruitful in spirit, not just flowers to friends who hear it.