Cut Flowers

Cut flowers. I never wanted them.  I told my husband I'd rather have a tree than cut flowers.  Why?

They die.  They were cut from their stems and they sit on my table and they die.  I hated that.

Until last Saturday that is.  Then a very beautiful sister in Jesus shared something amazing with me.  She shared how there are things in my life, my marriage that could be treated like cut flowers.

She said, and forgive me if I got it wrong my dear, cut flowers are made to be beautiful. 


Cut flowers require constant care.  They need food. They need water. They need light.  They need love.

Cut flowers remind us beautiful things need to be nurtured.  They need attention.  They need a lovely place to live.

God made some flowers to be cut and shared as bouquets.  Not everything has to stay rooted in the ground.  Sometimes a lovely thing can give up it's roots and go where beauty is needed but cannot grow.  Like in the winter. Like in the city.  Like in a kitchen.

Cut flowers.  In my relationships, in my family, some things are still rooted. Some are cut flowers.  They need more from me, and they give, in return, so much beauty and love.

They don't just get cut to die.  They get cut to die beautifully, and as we care for them we understand love, care, grace, peace and surrender.   We have to let them go back to the soil at some point.  That is their sacrifice.

This is not altogether different from the sacrifice of Jesus is it?  He left Heaven to come here, cut off from His home, His place with God.  He came for us. His sacrifice was the greatest of all. And he did it freely. For us.

 I will never look at cut flowers the same way again.


(I am doing the Respect Dare with some wonderful ladies.  I thank God for them!)

What's your poverty?

What do you have? Is it better than what I have? Can I have it? I want it. I think.

God opened a door yesterday and I went through, in faith, and I met a person on the other side I did not know.  I thought I knew her, but I didn't!  She wasn't who I thought she was and I wasn't who she thought I was.  It was very good to talk to a sister in Christ who approaches things so differently from I and yet we share the same foundation, the same belief.

The one thing we talked about that could have been a sensitive issue was poverty and money.  I never thought about it the way she does and she had not considered how I look at it.  It was enlightening. Neither was out to change the other's mind.  We were talking.

She emailed me this morning to clarify what she had said. She was afraid she had offended me.  I wasn't offended, and I messaged her back saying that.  But it still weighs upon my heart what we talked about.  We each saw the same concept, the same word in such different ways. 

Consider that. Two sisters, in Christ. Faith filled, redeemed by grace, understanding our words and works are nothing without grace and love.  And yet on this issue and one other we are at opposite ends of the spectrum.  Not in conflict because we are not judging or questioning, we are seeking to understand.


In what I saw as abundance she saw poverty.  Where I saw friends as family, she saw only family OR friends.  What I saw as a chance to see yourself as a blessing she saw as her being bereft at making a wrong choice. 

Instead of arguing, we explored and found that much like a sphere, you can be on side very far apart and yet that makes you on the other side very close together.


She still may think I'm a bit crazy!  And I will still worry for her heart.  But we neither judged nor tried to discount the other's path.   What a richness and joy that is!  What a blessing!  Her strong faith leads her, just as mine does me.  But God in His great wisdom does not have us walking the same paths, roads or wandering the same deserts.

When we talk about hot trigger words like poverty with other believers are we speaking with our hearts tuned to God?  Or are we so certain in our rightness that we feel righteous?  There are many kinds of poverty - poverty of physical needs, poverty of spirit, poverty of fellowship and poverty of _____________.

God doesn't just speak of physical poverty, He speaks of poverty of spirit as well.  If you have all the physical abundance in the world and don't have a richness in your soul then you too are sitting in poverty.

In the town I live near there are many huge homes and fancy yards.  The secret is what is inside.  Very often yard furniture or nothing.  The people invested everything they had in an outward show of wealth and were left with a hollow, empty space to live in.  This is much like our hearts as well...so much of our lives can be dedicated to the exterior that we neglect the soul, the spirit, the Temple.  


It wasn't a word I would have chosen to use, poverty, because I see it in quite a different way.  But to her it felt and looked just like it should.  And it wasn't acceptable to her family, to her. And she felt led by God to go back to a place where she had an abundance to share with her brothers and sisters.  Her path. I pray she finds her way and is blessed as she travels it.

How do you share your abundance?  Do you question if you have anything to share?  We all do!  God gives us an abundance in the poverty of life without Him.  Are we going to share our talents, gifts and time?  Are we going to be bold and ask to be shown how to find abundance in our poverty?


I normally share a verse, but I invite you to share the verses that speak to you on this!