Who Does God Bring Into Our Lives?

This morning I thought of an event that happened to me years ago. I had a large flower garden with entirely more flowers than I could ever enjoy, and I had the idea of sharing these flowers with others. It’s a very simple idea really; cut bouquets and give them to someone who might appreciate them.

There was a nursing home in this town, and I thought of all the ladies there who may have had flower gardens when they lived in their homes–the homes they had to leave when they could no longer take care of themselves or the house. I can only imagine what strength and resignation it must take to acknowledge that this move will be their last. Don’t think that aged people are weak; yes, perhaps weak in a physical sense, but strong and enduring in an emotional sense because of what they have had to cope with and overcome in their long lives. They are to be honored.

I went through my garden cutting a few flowers; Iris, Peony, Bridal Wreath Spiraea, and filling in here and there with interesting greenery. I placed the bouquet in a clean jar of water, and drove to the nursing home. I didn’t know who I would give the bouquet to, so I asked God to show me whose heart needed this gift today.mom's iris

As I walked down the hallway, I would quickly peek into a room. I stopped at one room, noticing a woman who reminded me of my mother who had died a few years prior. Was this who needed some encouragement today?  I asked the lady, “Do you like flowers?” She replied, “Oh, I love flowers! Look!” And there in her very small shared room was a bookcase filled with a circus of color–arrangements of plastic flowers in various decorative containers. Yes, I think this is ‘the one’.

She and I sat and visited for a few moments talking about flowers and family. She mentioned she had a son who lived in the state where I grew up. She said, “It’s very far away, so he only sees me at Christmas.” My silent thought was, “and who sees you the rest of the year?  Who sees you on Mother’s Day, in the spring, the summer, the fall? Who comes to visit you all the other days of your life?”

Who does God bring into our lives and why? We may never know the answer this side of heaven, but the peace that comes with obeying a prompting without knowing the ‘why’ or the outcome, is reward enough.