Mentioning that we’re in an epic drought is kinda like stating the obvious, right now. I think most of the US is facing a drought, the likes of which haven’t been seen in a while. It’s dry. It’s dusty. It’s hot.
… this wasn’t here when my kids last mowed the lawn 6 weeks ago.
I know… it’s a weed, commonly called Queen Anne’s Lace or Wild Carrot. And, right now, it is smack-dab in the middle of the dead grass that used to be my lawn… sitting there all by its lonesome blooming like crazy. Does it know that we stopped watering weeks ago to conserve our well? Has it heard the forecast of another day topping out around 100*? Does it realize that nothing around it is blooming?
Last night, I sat and marveled at this little white weed blooming in my dead yard. Silent tears streamed down my parched heart and flowed down my dry face.
How can it be that in the midst of the dry and the dead, it quietly grows?
How can a weed grow and bloom when my flowers have long since died?
How can a blooming weed speak to this arid heart?
I’m still not sure I have all the answers to those questions but I am confident that I have much to learn from this little tenacious weed blooming in a drought…
…bloom where you are planted…
How blessed is the man who does not walk in the counsel of the wicked,
nor stand in the path of the sinners,
nor sit in the seat of the scoffers
God didn’t place this little weed in the center of a lovely garden. If He did, it would have been plucked with all the other weeds. It wouldn’t have been given the opportunity to bloom. Instead, the Master Gardner placed it where it would stand out and be noticed. He placed it where it would bloom and point to Him. He placed it where He saw fit for it to grow.
…bloom through your roots…
But his delight is in the law of the LORD,
and in his law he meditates day and night
Obviously, this little weed needs little to grow. It’s roots know just how far to go to find the moisture to sustain and grow. It’s roots know where to look for that moisture and it isn’t sidetracked looking somewhere else. When the seed of this plant fell in the midst of my yard, it knew exactly how to grow the roots that would later bring the blossoms. This drought hasn’t deterred this little weed because it blooms through it’s roots.
…bloom with your own blossoms…
He will be like a tree firmly planted by streams of water,
which yields its fruit in its own season
and its leaf does not wither;
and in whatever he does, he prospers.
A wild carrot doesn’t aspire to be a petunia or a tulip. It doesn’t try to make its self over to be a rose or a peony. Instead, it blooms with the blossoms it has been given. It blooms the way it was created to bloom, with the blossom that has been uniquely given to the plant we call Queen Anne’s Lace.
Last night, I felt the drought overtaking me… not the epic drought of 2012, but a spiritual drought in my heart. And, in that moment, God used a little weed to teach me how to bloom in a drought.