Waiting With Hope

In the summer of 2014 my husband and I made the delightful trip to Fredricksburg to visit the Wildseed Farm. Not the best time of year for viewing wildflowers, but we love the ride. Besides, we had something else in mind. We wanted to buy seeds to start our own wildflower garden. We walked the grounds, browsed the store, and then purchased two large bags of seeds. One filled with Bluebonnet seeds, the other with a mix of wildflowers.

We waited patiently for fall to arrive. Late one afternoon we walked out into our front yard and scattered the seeds – praying the birds wouldn’t make a feast of them. All through the winter months I though about those seeds, anticipating a beautiful field of Bluebonnets in the spring.

Our neighbors’ yards began to fill with Bluebonnet blooms in the spring of 2015. One neighbor in particular had a virtual sea of blue extending from her front porch to the fence-line. I searched the area we had seeded, looking for even the tiniest bloom. Not a single one. I felt such disappointment. However, underneath all that disappointment was a faint glimmer of hope.

We didn’t plant any seeds the following fall, and I didn’t give the Bluebonnets much thought. We did get good rains that winter, and the people who keep track of such things told us the long drought was officially over.

Spring 2016. I noticed Bluebonnets growing along the side of the road as we drove toward town. When we got home, we walked out to the place where we had hoped to grow our wildflowers. No blooms, but I did think that just maybe those green leaves might be Bluebonnet leaves. A few days later I looked out the kitchen window and noticed a few blue spots dotting the front yard. We hurried outside, and sure enough, there were a few Bluebonnets. Over the next couple of weeks more and more popped their sweet heads out of ground. It wasn’t exactly a sea of blue, but there were more flowers than I had ever dared to hope for.

I whispered to them that they were a gentle reminder that sometimes, even when all hope is gone, the blessing still comes. We have seen in our own lives, over the course of the past couple of months, the long awaited answers to prayer. There were days when it looked as though nothing would ever happen, but at just the right time the answer came.

It’s true. We don’t always get exactly what we want, but it encourages the heart to know we have always been heard. The Lord delights to give us good things, and with great wisdom and love He does what is best for us. Sometimes the answer is not what we would like to hear, and sometimes we must wait. But there are those times when Bluebonnets dance in the breeze in your front yard like an unexpected gift.

“The Lord is good to those who depend on Him, to those who search for Him. So it is good to wait quietly for salvation from the Lord.” Lamentations 3:25-26

Blessings,

Linda

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