Years ago, a novice at blogging and a dreamer of sorts, I participated in 31 days of writing in October. Here I am on the 2nd of October giving myself grace and deciding one day late is okay as long as you simply write. That grace towards myself is a decision towards change.
From my kitchen window I see the geraniums have given up and the thick brittle stalks with yellow flowers are going crazy again. Reaching way up like tiny trees they’ll stand tall until they can’t anymore.
One already laying across the grass, soon others will bend and the path towards my sitting spot will be a maze of these yellow flowers that are not sunflowers, only a cousin of them.
Last year, and years before I stepped outside in a huff and I’d stomp on the branches or move through them loudly as if it was my assignment to destroy the nuisance of a late summer flower gone crazy.
Today, I let them be, these all of a sudden crazy come back every September weeds. (I do believe they’re invasive weeds.)
I’ll not protest the lingering into November dead on the bottom flowers with the happy yellow tops that just won’t give up.
I’ll watch them stay. I’ll allow them their season. I will be content in considering there must be a reason they linger.
I’ll respond with grace. True, the flowers won’t know. My husband likely won’t notice.
But, grace, the giving of it is a practice. Maybe a way to embrace it.
Either way it’s change.
This grace that becomes like breathing, natural and all over the place.
Grace like flowers not giving up. Grace is change.
I’m here for it.
Content. I’m content in the grace of change.
“But godliness with contentment is great gain,”
1 Timothy 6:6 ESV