Friday, June 17, 2011

Bloom Where You Are Planted



A stretch of highway in Theodosia between the lake and the business district is bordered by by high rock walls, close to 30 feet high in places.  About this time each year, I scan the rock face on the north side of the highway for a tenacious butterfly milkweed plant. Sure enough, this year, in that hostile environment, it was thriving once again.

Centuries ago, a prophet in Israel blossomed in such an atmosphere.  I like to think of Habakkuk as a sort of Butterfly Milkweed Prophet, because in the midst of deprivation, he wrote this:

Though the fig tree does not bud and there are no grapes on the vines,
though the olive crop fails and the fields produce no food,
though there are no sheep in the pen and no cattle in the stalls,
yet I will rejoice in the Lord, I will be joyful in God my Savior.
The Sovereign Lord is my strength;
He makes my feet like the feet of a deer,
He enables me to tread on the heights.

Habukkuk 3:17-19


2 comments:

Catherine Fruisen said...

Connie, what a powerful post! Habukkuk 3:17-19 was given to me by someone quite special once, the verse has meant a lot to me ever since. Thanks for your faithful, inspirational blogging!
much love,

~ c

pens and needles said...

That flower definitely has "hind's feet in high places!" Love this....

There is a similar situation on Highway 5, just before you get to Spurlock's Store at Squires. Early each spring, I watch for the flowering quince to turn red on the face of the rock cut, and it never disappoints me. I, too, take photos of it. Now I'll be watching for orange on YOUR rock face.


What I really love is that each and every beautiful thing in nature brings to mind a special bit of scripture for you, Connie...