The three of us stood in the parking lot. The fog that we had seen as we traveled up the mountain was now the mist that clung to us. But the chill in the air was the last thing on our minds. As the two of them talked, my mind drifted as I looked down at their shoes. Father and son. Jeans. Brown leather shoes. Hands in pockets. Looking eye to eye and talking about what was to come. For…
I sat in the church parking lot waiting for my son to emerge from youth group and stared at the flag. It hung on the flag post, lifeless, drooping, still. As I looked at it, I realized I felt just like that flag. I felt like a flag with no wind behind me and nothing to breathe life into my exhausted little self. I leaned against the car door and tried not to fall asleep.
Bloom where you’re planted
Tenacious little flower
2 Corinthians 4:16 “Therefore we do not lose heart, but though our outer man is decaying, yet our inner man is being renewed day by day.”