Boy and Blossom

A certain geranium was very dear to me, as I had brought it from California, it having been obtained for me by my son who was in the Army and stationed there at a military camp. Needless to say, I gave the plant loving care, watched its growth daily, and longed to see it blossom. As it seemed so long before it would bloom, I silenced my eager desire for that result, and just decided to enjoy the plant. One morning I went to the window where the sun was shining gloriously, and my eyes rested on the much prized geranium, and lo! I beheld the long looked for blossom, a gorgeous coral pink, and I began to ponder the lesson that the flower had for me. Now I had not spent sleepless nights in wondering and worrying as to whether this plant would ever blossom; I never questioned in the dreary hours if it was in need of water or fresh air; I just left it alone.

I also thought of the Master's words: "Consider the lilies how they grow: they toil not, they spin not; and yet I say unto you, that Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these. If then God so clothe the grass, which is to day in the field, and to morrow is cast into the oven; how much more will he clothe you, O ye of little faith?"

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