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| By: Meire Marion |
The orchid in
the photo was given to me on my last birthday a little over a month ago. When I
first received it I saw its beauty and the warmth that it brought to my heart
for I had not received flowers all day until that moment. Once I read that the
soul rejoices when flowers are given. If you stop and give it some thought,
this is quite true. I am sure that you must have experienced a time when you
were down in the dumps and someone gave you a flower they picked from a garden,
or bought or even made out of paper. Or when you go to buy flowers for someone
else and the flower vendor gives you one just because you are you. It is a warm
feeling that takes over and this is the soul rejoicing. I know I have
experienced these moments throughout these years and I also know that is not an
easy task to write down the sensation I felt.
At the same
moment that I had this feeling, I also became sad because there is some kind of
energy in my home that the only plants that survive are violets and some green
leafs specifically from Brazil. So eventually this beautiful orchid wrapped in
paper that is my favorite color, would die too.
Now over a
month has gone by and the orchid is still standing tall. It is beautiful, soft
and fragile. Not a flower has withered nor fallen off the stem although if you
take a close look you can see the imperfections already starting to show. If
you take a close look you can see that the white areas are not as white and the
flowers are a bit, just a tiny bit, limping. With time the flowers will fall
off and the plant will dry up and the garbage disposal will be its end.
It made me
wonder how much a person can be compared to this orchid. Mind you, that in this
text I will be talking about myself, but perhaps it is applicable to the reader.
People look
at me and say that I look great, but they are not looking that closely. Like
the orchid the imperfections and the signs of aging are starting to show. In my
case, also the side effects of a long time of using medication. On the outside
I am standing tall and glowing, but on the inside the fragile me is weeping.
Like the orchid I too am withering away and one day will eventually shrivel up
and die. It is not a sad thought, no self-pity here, just a reflection of the
facts of my life.
By accepting
the route life takes, it is easier to move on and live. Enjoy the moments
whether they are happy or not. Other people do not need to know why I weep inside,
however, there are the angels that know and those are called friends. These angels
are respectful and know so much as to just pray and be there if I need them.
One thing I
know for sure and that is, like the orchid I am being taken care of. I can feel
the power of God in my life and I know that if anything else fails, His hand is
there and He will catch me.
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| By: Meire Marion |
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