Phlowers – Shine

    I picked a humble dandelion puff yesterday and held it toward the sky to study its many facets.

    What a difference it made to lift a flower puff into the rays of the sun. Each cypsela and calyx (seeds) reflected the light; sunbeams radiating off of the puff were the result.

    It reminded me that if I dwell in the holy light of Jesus and accept his saving grace for my own I can be a reflection of him no matter how humble my life and witness. To that thought, I say a big, “HALLELUJAH & AMEN!”

    Since the Dandelion can thrive in difficult conditions, it is no wonder that people say the flower symbolizes the ability to rise above life’s challenges.
    ~ The Meaning of Flowers

    When I pick a dandelion puff and blow the seeds into the wind, I feel young and full of laughter again.

    This little light of mine, I’m gonna let it shine,
    This little light of mine, I’m gonna let it shine,
    This little light of mine, I’m gonna let it shine,
    Let it shine, Let it shine, Let it shine.
    ~ Folk Melody

Praise – Dandelions

dandelions

Dandelions are resilient flowers. They are one of the first blossoms to show themselves in the Spring. Often, in the middle of our New Jersey winters, I will find a blossom or two reflecting the gold of the sun.

The poem included in the photograph of the dandelion, “My Jesus I Love Thee,” was written by William R. Featherston when he was sixteen. In 1876 Adoniram Gordon put the poem to music. “My Jesus I Love Thee,” is still sung in churches all around the world, just like the dandelions the hymn is resilient and will surely be sung many years in the future too.

My Jesus, I love Thee, I know Thou art mine;
For Thee all the follies of sin I resign.
My gracious Redeemer, my Savior art Thou;
If ever I loved Thee, my Jesus ’tis now.

I love Thee because Thou has first loved me
And purchased my pardon on Calvary’s tree.
I love Thee for wearing the thorns on Thy brow;
If ever I loved Thee, my Jesus ’tis now.

I love Thee in life, I will love Thee in death,
And praise Thee as long as Thou lendest me breath;
And say when the death dew lies cold on my brow,
If ever I loved Thee, my Jesus ’tis now.

In Mansions of glory and endless delight,
I’ll ever adore Thee in heaven so bright;
I’ll sing with the glittering crown on my brow;
If ever I loved Thee, my Jesus, ’tis now.