NovelSisters

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Snapshots

I’ve been going through my old phone photos today and man, I’ve taken a ton of pictures. It’s funny how more often I take them now that I can do it with my phone, which I pretty much always have with me. Sometimes they’re very random, like a picture of a receipt or a screenshot of something I found online. Other times it’s a pretty sunset or a selfie with friends. But each photo brings back a memory and gives a little snapshot of my life. And although every memory might not be a happy one, they are all significant.

This past week I’ve been learning from God how significant life is and even my life. He didn’t create any unimportant people, we are all important to His plan and have a unique role in it. I may not always be in the spotlight, and for me that’s a comforting thing, but what I do each day does matter. How I talk to someone, how I drive, what I think about and notice, and what I choose to do or not do all has an importance that I don’t always see.

So may these random photos and my little ramblings remind you today that you are important, significant and loved by the One True God and that He has you right where He wants you.

The beauty of spring flowers and new life

My cat reminding me to take time to relax

A reminder to get a new perspective

Celebrating Easter with people I love

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The Life of a Flower

Since it’s Spring now and I’ve been taking lots of pictures of flowers, a friend suggested to me that I should take a picture everyday of the life of a rose. I didn’t quite make it everyday. But I was pretty close. It was so cool to see the small changes over time of the rose. Usually when people get roses from the store, they look like what the first picture shows. But really, that’s only the beginning of this flower’s beauty. When still on the stem, roses open fully and slowly fade and sometimes they get darker spots before finally losing their petals. Or at least that’s what this rose did. So I hope you enjoy these photos. I’m also going to add my poem Rosebud at the end of the photo time lapse. I know I’ve posted it before, but it’s been awhile and I really like it. Enjoy!

Rosebud

 

You’d think I’d be proud.

Everyone knows the rose:

I’m always wanted for weddings,

apologies, Valentines, even the tango.

 

But you don’t know me at all.

I’m sick of that kind of attention:

I don’t want to be clipped,

pruned, removed,

sitting in a glass vase,

dying slowly.

That’s my worst nightmare,

 

locked inside, or worse yet,

hung upside down till I’m  a dry

crisp corpse, then put on display

yet again.

 

You know the real reason for my thorns?

They’ve grown to keep you away.

 

Why can’t you let me grow

and die in peace with my friends?

Simply satisfied

in smelling our sweet

scents mixing in the spring air.

 

Please find a different symbol

for love,

one that doesn’t require my death.

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