Monday, October 8, 2012

Beauty From Ashes ... Day 6

(I'm sorry I'm behind in my days of gratitude: Thanksgiving at the TH is not for the faint of heart! But I will catch up - and hopefully not run out of days before I run out of things to be thankful for ...)

This has been a year like no other for you, my friend. Almost everything you had counted on, everything you had built your life around, was ripped from you; and you had to sit for a while on the curb just to get your balance again.

But during all this horror, you took the time to minister at the TH in so many ways. Most notably was the flowers. How you planted and tended and cared for the flowers at the TH this year! You have done them for a few years now; but there was something about the colours, the groupings, the life and vibrancy of the pots this year that told the story of how you channeled the hurt and the shock into creating something so beautiful and alive at just the time you felt like dying.

Thank you for the many ways you have blessed me this year ...

I said almost everything was ripped from you. One thing you never lost sight of was the Lord Jesus, to whom you turned and who sustained and strengthened you. Your faith has been a testament to the One who surely wrote these words with you in mind:

To appoint unto them that mourn in Zion, to give unto them beauty for ashes, the oil of joy for mourning, the garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness; that they might be called trees of righteousness, the planting of the Lord, that He might be glorified. (Isaiah 61:3)


  1. I noticed something extra-special about the TH flowers this year as well! I now know it was the spirit of hope and courage that shone from these fragile blossoms and made them radiant and strong. Thank you, kind and lovely gardener, whose life resembles them. You shine!

  2. The flowers are gorgeous! The hands of the one who coaxed them to bloom must be as beautiful as the flowers themselves. Thanks for the beauty rising from the ashes.


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