A few centuries back, tulips were a rare flower which
originated, I think, from Turkey. The Dutch developed special vases which held
3 or 5 blooms, so valuable were they.
Our garden is bejewelled with these lovely flowers, which
emerge from winter shortly after the daffodil explosion every spring. There are
a few new ones in amongst the others this year, as we planted a pack of bulbs
we bought in Amsterdam airport last September.
The beauty is every bit as startling as it was centuries
ago, despite their proliferation and availability. We can take them for
granted. We can walk by them without even noticing the detail and the colour.
We can treat the special people in our lives in much the
same way. Those we treasured at one time, we become familiar with and take for
granted. We can treat the familiarity of our surroundings with the same
contempt, becoming blind to the beauty as we focus inwards.
Consider the lilies of the field, Jesus advised. Not that he
thought his friends were overlooking their beauty, but drawing attention to the
fact that the Father looks after every aspect of his creation.
Nothing is taken
for granted by him. Nothing and no-one is overlooked.
I have loved you with an everlasting love, God says. His
passion hasn’t subsided. I don’t want mine to either.
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