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Crack Petunias

Wednesday, September 30th, 2015

The sight of pink blossoms peeking through and around an old iron wheel caused me to pause. The flowers were not planted in fertile soil or growing in expensive pots of clay. Instead, these plants were the product of seeds that had fallen from petunias cascading from a display of hanging baskets. As the seeds fell, the wind gently blew them into a crack in the concrete. The seeds lay in the crack undetected as the gardener watered the petunias above. And when the petunias had drunk their fill, the baskets overflowed and fertilized water dripped into the concrete crack.

crack petunias in wheel (640x360) (450x341)The petunia seed rejoiced by sprouting—expending a portion of its energy in search of the light above and all the while sending roots down deeper than the boundary of concrete.

This crack petunia is every bit as authentic as those hanging in baskets above. Its DNA had just as much life, wonder, and ability inside its seed. It only had to choose to bloom inside the crack of concrete. Today, the plant was blooming in unexpected places, and encouraging me to do the same.

Have you ever fallen through the cracks of life? Are you surrounded—even now—by cold, hard walls of circumstances and challenges?

If so, remember the crack petunia. Seeds of talents are every bit as profound—and teeming with potential—that fall into the cracks as those whose blooms are on display around us. We only need to humble ourselves and allow the seeds of destiny to open up and sprout, and steady our souls by sending our roots deep into the life-giving soil of God’s Word. We can bloom even in the cracks of life.

If you feel you’ve fallen through the cracks and it seems your lot in life could be to live there—choose to bloom in the crack. Choose to live happy even in adverse conditions that you had no part in choosing. God can give you the ability to prosper—right where you are—right now. Rely on God and release your ways to Him. You contain the DNA to grow and bloom wherever you are.

“And God is able to bless you abundantly, so that in all things at all times, having all that you need, you will abound in every good work.” (II Corinthians 9:8 NIV)

Moses and the Cat

Friday, November 8th, 2013

Moses and the Cat 40It was almost dark as my car rounded the last curve and its lights shined on the doors of home. I had left before the crack of dawn and was so glad to be back. I was eagerly pushing one foot out of the car by the time the engine quit running, but a sound—more like a cat being tortured than a meow—begged me to stop and help.

It ran to me immediately. White and yellow, hide and hair, stretched over a body of bones with the face of a cat attached. Its mouth was wide open and screeching incessantly. One eye was either matted shut or entirely gone. One thing for sure—it was hungry, alone, and hurting. I could not refuse such desperation! Even my great and notable princess, Amira Cat, who hates all other animals, had softened her heart enough to let this cat approach. I could not do less.

Forgetting how tired I was, I raided the fridge to feed this little one. The not-yet-weaned stray cat meowed and growled as it attempted to gulp milk and devour dry cat food all at the same time. I entered the house an hour later than I had planned, and decided to wait until morning to name the cat just in case it died.

Sometime during the night I was awakened to the sound of rain hitting the bedroom windows. I rushed to the front porch to see if the cat was still there. Not only was it there, but it was alive and bounding towards me—falling all over itself—arms and paws uplifted, and meowing with a scratchy voice. 

I fed it again and rearranged some porch decorations into a makeshift house. A wooden pumpkin became a wall, and a scarecrow pillow from the porch swing became a cuddle buddy.

I decided to name the cat Moses from the story in the Bible. Exodus records the time when a cruel Pharaoh ordered Jewish baby boys to be drowned in the Nile River. During this period of time, a woman named Jocabed gave birth to a baby boy. When she couldn’t keep him hidden, she crafted a tiny boat made out of a basket. Jacobed lowered her baby in the basket and placed it among the reeds of the Nile. That evening, the Pharaoh’s daughter came to the river to bath, and heard a baby crying.  Her heart went out to the child and she ordered her attendants to get the baby out of the water. The Pharoah’s daughter adopted the baby and named him Moses (meaning drawn out of the water). In that moment, Moses went from no Mama, to two Mamas, and in the same fashion, Moses Cat went from being homeless to finding a forever home.

In many ways, my name is also Moses. I have known the love of many friends, and I have a Savior. Like a stray cat, or like a helpless baby destined to die by a million evil foes, Christ helped me. Just like that—from no help to having a constant Helper by my side.

You, too, can have help—there is hope. Call out to your friends and to Christ. Be willing to step out of your comfort zone and pray for creative ideas. Like the cat and Jocabed, don’t ever give up; someone’s heart will show you favor. I’m sure one day your name will be Moses and you’ll be drawn out.

“Call to Me and I will answer you, and I will tell you great and mighty things, which you do not know.” Jer 33:3 (NASB)

Update on Moses… only 10 days after rescue!

Look at me Now!

Look at me Now!

Update on Moses Cat: This is Moses Cat 10 days after his rescue from starvation and neglect. He does have an eye. He can now eat without screeching or gulping food and is able to purr. Today–for the very first time–he chased his tail and played like a kitten should. Sometimes it doesn’t take that long to get better…. if you leave the abusive situation behind and get with a safe group who loves you. Just saying. These are facts to remember.

“Think out of the box and you’ll get your coffee!”

Wednesday, October 13th, 2010

Morning email to my son:  Love you….  How much coffee do you have room for?  I found who blends it for Noah’s Bagels -talked to the “International Coffee Makers” twice. The were helpful at first ie. go by one of the shops and they should be able to sell me one 12 oz bag!  Joking right?  ‘One’ 12 oz bag?  That one 12 oz. bag is what got me totally loving it- running their pot dry in San Francisco, with the companion of a tasty bagel, while you worked.  And, of course the sly comment from the International coffee makers- in parting- that they only sell to wholesale distributors.
Oh, but that was just grounds for the next email.  In response, I say, “Thank you very much.”   Moving forward I have an idea.  I envision delivery trucks bringing loads of Chelsea Coffee- UPS after UPS.  I’d sell it to friends.  I’d hook the church on it.  I’d casually infect the businesses. We’ll now all have Chelsea coffee in Chelsea.  We’ll take our wares through the friends that are real estate agents to Claremore and beyond.  Hey, I have two buddies who are appraisers who can give these as gifts for their service as they travel half the state.

I leave all this rhetoric in my mind.  Who needs to know how smart I am, or the master plan just ready to be sprung into action? But, it is time to move quickly!
It’s all business now.  Contract time calls for careful and plain articulation of nonnegotiable. I hit reply and keep it simple.   “How can *I* become a wholesale distributor?”

The “I.C.M” was just as professional as I.  Their response- almost instantaneous- could still bring a tear to my eye. That short order form, stark, and in black and white, read, “I apologize that I am not able to assist you further.”

And, now you know how it came to be that I must make frequent business trips to San Francisco…. and beg my son to leave his clothes in their sunny closet and stuff his suitcases full of “Coffee” whenever he comes to visit!