My family is heading into its second funeral in one month’s time. Another tragic death of someone beautiful, innocent and too young occurred last weekend.
To be quite honest for the last several days I have been “faking it till I make it” on core things I usually quite easily stand for and say to people. The questions of “what do we do now” and “how do we even begin to move forward” have been charging through my insides.
I may have just stumbled on the beginnings of an answer, though, or at least a place to inch forward back into hope.
My office is located on the grounds of a beautiful church and retreat center. Clients and I have the luxury of walking beautiful trails through a nature center. One of the trails has a bridge that goes over a swamp. Usually there are turtles and little fish that can be seen swimming around in the water.
Today I was initially bummed to see the swamp covered with a layer of stinky green algae. I decided to stop and patiently wait to see if a brave turtle would make its way through the muck. While I did not see any turtles, I did begin to notice the hundreds of little yellow flowers that were growing up right in the midst of this green algae. The turtles may not have been daring to travel in the sludge, but these sweet little flowers were brave enough to bloom.
In another moment of honesty I must tell you that I was initially quite upset with these flowers for deciding to grow where they were. It was almost like I wanted the muck to have to stay gross. Beauty can not grow out of muck! It is almost like I want the yuck of these deaths to stay a friendly yuck. I do not want to go down the path of looking for where good is going to come out of this dark time. Initially, I do not want answers to the questions I mentioned above.
But of course, God has to go and show himself in the everyday experiences of life and his creation. He has to go and show me that he has made beautiful yellow flowers to grow out of swampy waters. He will make good come of evil and death. It is how he has, for now, the final say.
So for today I will choose to let inches of hope back into my heart that even in the deaths of Benjamin Newton and Gabriel Nielsen little yellow flowers will grow. I will even be braver than the turtles and travel through the “muck” to find those flowers.
Praying you too find the courage to notice the yellow flowers in your day!