I don’t know what it is about orchids and why they never cease to fill me with a sense of awe and wonder, a quietude that settles heart and mind, when I gaze upon their lasting velveteen petals. They sit on my desk, peaceful, quiet, rarely changing from day to day, steady, consistent, veritably painted in place. Yet living. Unassuming, glorious little examples that fit so many analogies. I almost wonder at the Lord for stopping at ants when instructing us to seek out lessons from nature. I wonder that He didn’t list all of creation in painstaking detail. Go to the orchids, the fireflies, the grass of the hills. Go to my creation, child, and learn! Perhaps by citing one of the smallest examples, He figured we would pick up on the clue and apply this principle elsewhere. Perhaps I’m just slow to the scene.
Today, this little orchid reminds me of what we’re supposed to be: steady, consistent, blooming, unfolding, developing creatures who display our colors for all to see. But wouldn’t you rather be some fast-blooming plant? Something that doesn’t take a YEAR to develop one spray of blossoms? A flower that can grow at a microwave's pace instead of the eternity it takes to grow, bloom, and blossom into who we are created to be? I surely would! If I didn't hold closely the truth that, though this flowering plant takes eight months to bloom, when it does bloom... It lasts, and lasts, and lasts! For months, this delicate plant displays it's growth and colors, it's radiant beauty, for ALL to see! It becomes a glorious, well-developed, color-filled, exquisite example that points to the One who lovingly crafted and created it to be.
And I circle back to myself. For is this not what we are to be? Blooming, blossoming, slowly sanctified, growing, tender examples of what our Creator has made of us? I think it’s safe to say, none of us want to wait the equivalent of an orchid year to see growth which the Lord is so good to create inside us. But so often, that year, that waiting period, the time of trial, Joseph’s prison, Moses’ wilderness experience, is, of necessity, our experience, too. For if we did not have such a long time to slowly grow, we would surely bloom early, blossom too soon, and just as quickly whither up and fade away. So, I will take the wait. I will take the achingly long journey toward a day that seems forever in coming. Because when it does, it will last and last and last! And I will get to display my colors for all to see... to the glory of my Creator.