Bleeding heart

In the moving truck I brought along some of my flowers including bleeding hearts although at the time they were just roots that I packed into a tote. Sometimes it's hard to know when your moving what to bring and what to leave behind. My only regret was not to bring my ladder. But I am glad I brought the flowers. Bleeding hearts remind me of God's love and challenges me to have a heart like Jesus. "This is how we know what love is: Jesus Christ laid down his life for us. And we ought to lay down our lives for our brothers." 1 John 3: 16.

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The familiar

I am surrounded with the unfamiliar. There is the landscape of endless ocean and red earth, and there are tree's, shrubs and flowers I have never seen before. One morning as I drove slowly along a road near my cottage I saw something familiar and it was not a dandelion. Iris's were peeking up over the green stalks of leaves in the ditch and peering cautiously at me. It was blue-flag ( Iris Versicolor). This is the same iris's we grew in the goldfish pond I had made for my daughter on the west coast. I'm always cautious picking wildflowers and after determining that there were five or more growing nearby I brought one blooming stem home with me.  I drew it in my journal - happy for familiar company. Now when I'm out for a drive I see pops of candy purple everywhere in water filled ditches.  He put them there and he sends enough water to care for them. He put me here and I know that whatever happens like the blue flag He will care for me to. "He gives showers of rain to men, and plants of the field to everyone." Zechariah 10:1

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