Wednesday, 30 January 2013

Wednesday Thoughts . . .

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Early in December I placed four hyacinth bulbs into a bowl of mould and popped them into the dark cupboard which lies beneath our stairs.  I have been feeding them occasionally with a bit of water, but I'm afraid that during the whole of the Christmas season with all of the excitement and all the sniffles and snuffles and all that was going on with my mother's illness, they were completely . . . entirely . . . totally . . . forgotten and neglected.

It was only this morning that I remembered that they were there and I popped my head into the cupboard to see how they were doing, expecting fully to see that they would be sitting there dry and lifeless.  I was so amazed . . . the impossible had happened, and there in the bowl the mould was pierced by three green tips and shoots.

These spring bulbs always look so dry and unpromising when you put them into the soil.   It's difficult to imagine them bursting out into a blaze of coloured blooms.   I am always so amazed when that happens, and when it happens despite my neglect, it is even more amazing and surprising.  A holy mystery . . . a miracle . . .
I placed the bowl on our dining room windowsill this morning and my heart was filled with the holiness of this miracle . . .  and yes . . .  gratitude for my Heavenly Father who, even when I fall asleep at the wheel, remains steadfast and true despite my neglect.

Miracles inspire reverence don't you think?

Sometimes I think I am a little bit like a dusty dry bulb . . . looking and feeling  forlorn and without promise, and yet . . . the miracle is that He still makes something of me and helps me to be all that I can be, despite my own neglect from time to time.    I love the thought that I am a Holy miracle.

“Your Father in heaven knows your name and knows your circumstance. He hears your prayers. He knows your hopes and dreams, including your fears and frustrations. And He knows what you can become through faith in Him.” 
~Jeffrey R Holland

Just my thoughts this morning.

 I felt really ill last evening, nauseated and like I was coming down with something and so I went to bed early.   My dreams were dusted with bad things . . . I dreamed I was giving my youngest son a bath, and when I went to get him out of the tub, he was laying there beneath the water . . . and he had drowned. I  dragged him out of the bathtub and was holding his lifeless body in my arms, frantically trying to blow life back into him and failing.   I made myself wake up, and was so happy that it was only a dream . . . and that it was not real.   I am grateful for dreams that allow me to wake up from them and know that they did not really happen.  But I am left wondering why would I dream such a thing . . .

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There's some tasty Malted White Hot Chocolate over in The English Kitchen this morning and I'm doing a little bit of cook-bookery!

Happy Day all!


Val said...

Nightmares like that are the worst. Yes, why do our minds do that to us?

Lovely plants!

Suze said...

OH Marie what a nasty and horrific dream. I hope you sleep sweetly tonight.

Sheilagh said...

I was relly enjoying this post until I got to your nightmare, how awful was that!

How you are feeling much better now, sending you big hugs, and yes fish and chips sounds good to me :0)

See you soon hopefully



Sandra said...

Oh what a horrid nightmare. So sorry you had to dream that.

I often wonder why we dream the things we do because some of them are so scary.

Good going on the bulbs, how exciting, can't wait to see how they look when they bloom :)

I'm mostly known as 'MA' said...

I've never tried to force bulbs like that indoors in the winter, but I love seeing them. After a few warmer days our daffodils on the more sheltered side of the house have started popping up through the ground, I even saw a bud on one of them. But we are to go down below freezing again tonight and they will be frozen, Maybe you are concerned about your son and so have dreamed of him. My mother always said to dream of death is a sign that a new life is coming. Hope you have a wonderful Wednesday.

Laurie said...

oh Marie, how awful for you, I'm so sorry that happened, it must have been because you were feeling ill, I hope today is a better day,

La Table De Nana said...

I feel that way about bulbs and am sorry I forgot this yr!
Never as thrilling buying them in bloom..
PS Hate nightmares..But thank goodness that's what they are.

Grammy Staffy said...

I hate it when I have bad dreams like that. It is such a relief to wake up but it still leaves you warn out. More and more I have troubled dreams instead of happy ones. I wonder what that means???

I am sorry that you were feeling sick last night. I hope that you are better today.

I finally caught that nasty cold you,Todd and John have had. I was so careful but it caught up wiht me last week while I was at the temple. I've been pretty much flat down since. The sad thing is we were planning to go to Ariz with some friends to see the Grand Canyon. While we were that close we were going to drive another 150 miles to visit my 90 year old aunt who has recently gone through breast cancer and chemo. We had to cancel our trip. Im so sad but I can't take germs to my aunt or travel make my friends sick. oh well...

I love your bulbs story. It is a miracle. I feel like a brown old bulb... I wonder if I will ever bloom again?

Feel better soon. Hugs, Lura

LeAnn said...

I love the your parables. I always learn so much from you. You really are a very talented writer. I have said this before. You need to write a book. You could just take your blog posts and make them into a book. I loved this one. Yes, God can make something out of us even when we are neglectful. I loved the pictures of your plants.
I do hope you are feeling better. Lately I don't often have dreams or at least I don't remember them. I have had some similiar scary ones like you. I always wonderf why too.
Blessings, love and hugs to you!