My muse- flowers, always always flowers


In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Muse.”

Flowers are definitely my muse. But as much as I love their exquisite beauty, I am finding more and more that I am drawn to those small imperfections. The falling petals, the brown spots, the chew marks where some insect has had a feast. The windblown or rain beaten blooms shimmer for me. But still they are exquisitely beautiful.
And so it is with us humans, when we are windblown, rain beaten or chewed on by life, the exquisite beauty is there to shine forth. If only we will stop and see.

Rose Petals


The other day, the Lord gave me a picture of rose petals

Beautiful, fragrant rose petals

Each petal was gently floating down the stream

The petals were each inscribed with a name, the name of a loved one

Frank, Michelle, Franky, Kamala, Keith….

Many precious names, many precious loved ones

Fragrant and beautiful, blessing my life