As I mentioned yesterday, Alan and I just celebrated our 44th anniversary
this past weekend, and it occurs to me that we’re getting pretty old!Here’s just a little thought, but I have a gardenia plant,
and I’ve been so inspired by watching it bloom! Do you know how most flowers turn brown on the edges as they get oldbecoming wilted and all bedraggled by the time they die? Well, my gardenia blossoms unfold like a pinwheel of pure white…slowly unfurling their petals day by day until their blooms
are as full and fragrant as the finest rose. However, as gardenias age, the blossoms don’t turn brown like withering roses, they gradually turn deeper and deeper shades of yellow.I would like to learn to age beautifully, like gardenias,
continuing to flourish and produce fruit until the day I die! “12 The righteous flourish like the palm tree
and grow like a cedar in Lebanon.
13 They are planted in the house of the Lord;
they flourish in the courts of our God.
14 They still bear fruit in old age;
they are ever full of sap and green,
15 to declare that the Lord is upright;
he is my rock, and there is no unrighteousness in him.”
(Psalm 92:12-15, NIV, emphasis mine)
(The baobab tree in this last photo is called “The Big Tree.”
We saw it recently while we were in Zimbabwe. It’s somewhere between 1000-1500 years old, and it’s still producing flowers and fruit!
Talk about incredible and inspirational!!)