Such a simple thing. The daisy.
Pristine white petals with a sunshine yellow center, daisies grow wild here and there and along our country roads during this time of year.
I admire their simplicity. And even though they don’t carry much of a scent, I enjoy plucking them from the ground and gathering them up into a bouquet of happiness and cheer.
There’s something about a daisy that makes me nostalgic as well. I recall picking daisies as a child/young teen and reciting the age-old saying, “He loves me, he loves me not” as I pulled those white petals off one at a time from the flower’s center.
What fun it was to end the last petal with “He loves me!” and wishing and hoping that were true pertaining to my latest crush.
Then I would grasp the flower’s remaining center between my thumb and forefinger, rubbing and squeezing the floral disc over the upturned palm of my other hand until all the tiny tubular flowers colored yellow, which comprised the daisy’s center, landed in my cupped hand.
After that, I would blow gently over my palm and watch as those tiny little bits of yellow took wing in the air. If there were any left, I would count them and that would foretell how many children I would have after marrying my “true love.”
A girlish dream all centered upon a simple daisy.
I still remember that little ritual when I see daisies in bloom. And I can’t walk past them without wanting to pull out my camera and capture their simple beauty.
Just this past weekend, I once again photographed some wild daisies. While downloading the photos to my computer, an idea for a blog post came to my mind.
He loves me. He loves me not. He loves me. He loves me not.
I recently viewed a video and listened as a man gave testimony of how messed up his life once had been. He reached rock bottom. Literally. Ready to take his own life to end the pain of a lifetime of mistakes.
Until he opened up a Bible. A book he never had read before. Actually, a book he disdained.
What he found in words written there was something he had never heard nor realized before. A simple truth. God loved him.
No matter what his past had been, God loved this man. In fact, God loved this man so very much that He sacrificed His own Son, Jesus Christ, to save this man from the darkness of his own making.
“For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life.” ~ John 3:16
I wonder how many people journey through their lives not knowing that God loves them or believing that He doesn’t.
He loves me not. He loves me not. He loves me not. As if all the daisy petals in the world say the same thing.
How many lives might be saved if just one person or one experience would lead a soul who believes that to the truth that God loves every one of us?
Every single one. All of us. All the time. A love so intense that Jesus actually died on a cross just to save our souls. A love so unconditional that He continually draws us near to Him, no matter what we’ve done, to receive that gift of grace for free.
Free as a daisy. Simple and uncomplicated.
God opens His arms wide and says He loves me.
He loves me. He loves me. He loves me.
And He loves you.
He loves you. He loves you. He loves you.
I don’t think I’ll ever look at a daisy in the same way again.
“The love of God toward you is like the Amazon River flowing down to water a single daisy.” ~ F.B. Meyer