The Essence Of Lilacs
Early this morning a visitor crept up our garden path and hung a surprise package on the front door handle. The thoughtful creeper was my mum, and, assuming we were all asleep during these blissful school holiday mornings, tiptoed in and out unseen and unheard.
Today lilacs sit in a vase on my desk in the sun. Somewhere else lilac twigs may be thrown onto a consuming fire. But the fragrance is always present. And even when the flowers have been stripped away, the bouquet remains embedded in the wood, and is intensified by the heat.
Isn’t this the journey of life? How easy it is to be a sweet balm in the splendor of the sun. How much harder to do the same in the furnace of life’s trials. What we allow to be infused in us, is what we will offer to those around us, in every circumstance.
We know the Lord Jesus reflected the love of the Father.
Eph 5:2 ... Christ loved us and gave himself up for us as a fragrant offering and sacrifice to God.
As I work on my writing, I am learning to not be afraid of the fire. Some days I need the sun to draw my thoughts out gently. Other days I need a fire storm. Either way, I desire the fragrance of God to be there. Can I be like the lilacs?