Last spring we planted gobs of tulip bulbs.Â We had a few blooms last year, but figured that the real show would be this spring.Â So patiently I have been waiting.Â Ok, so impatiently I have been waiting for those gorgeous blooms.Â And waiting.Â And waiting.Â You get the picture.Â Now I will show you a picture of my glorious tulips.
That’s it. One lone, chicken-pecked tulip. To be honest, I was a little peeved. And then it hit me, the wondering. I thought, This must be a little like how God feels. He planted all these perfect little bulbs in good soil and what He gets is a beat up, tattered blossom from the few bulbs who burst through the dark soil into the son-light.” Suddenly, I like my lone, tattered tulip.