It’s amazing how one tiny, wilted flower can instantly change a room. This worn out gardenia bloom is permeating every corner of my family room right now and it’s power is amazing. I went from tired and worn out (very much like this bloom actually!) to content and happy in the amount of time it takes me to inhale a slow, deep breath of heady scent. It reminds me of my childhood. It floods my tired brain with sweet memories… memories I wish sometimes I could go back and relive. Surely a second time around I would absorb more, I would notice more and most importantly love more.
A pathetic looking bloom yes. But one wiff makes me thankful. The evening breeze blowing over it and carrying the scent through my hair as I do dishes makes me count my blessings. All of a sudden I want to freeze time to make sure I absorb all the details of this evening. I want to study the details of my children’s faces and the sound of their voices and of my husbands laugh as he listens to their funny stories about their day.
I am content.
I am happy.
I am forgiven and free.
I am been blessed beyond measure by my Savior who doesn’t see my tired, wilted petals but delights in the aroma of my thankful heart.
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June 30, 2011 at 11:00 pm
Kimm
Lovely Jenny, thank you.