Nay, in all these things we are more than conquerors through him that loved us. ≈ Romans 8:37
On yesterday, November 9, 2016, in the midst of quiet solitude, I bowed my head in prayer. Since I remember, for the first time in umpteen years the chaos of the outside world reached out its tentacles. Attempting to take away what does not belong to it. Seeking, persona non grata… trying to make me feel unwelcome in my home. Remembering the prelude to the Gospel of John, I realized that grace and truth come through Jesus Christ, alone.
Embracing Galatians 6:9, I changed the background photo on my computer screen. In that teeny-tiny act, I felt hope. It reaffirmed my belief that all things work together for the good of them that love God (Romans 8:28). Hope… that unbreakable spirit, which reassured me of the promises of my Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. Hope… that Langston Hughes wrote, “scattered on the wind”. Scattered on the wind, so that I might understand the last line of his poem.
As I continued to stare at the computer screen, the image of beautiful majestic dark bluish-purple irises, my favorite flower, seemed to grow more vivid. The delicate blossoms bathing in sunshine looked as if they swayed rhythmically back and forth, in a warm summer breeze. A wise and kind-hearted woman walked by the desk. Almost, immediately she turned around and strolled back to where I sat.
“Are you familiar with the Japanese irises?” She slightly grinned.
“No, I’ve never heard of them.”
“You should look them up.”
The tone of her voice sounded like the offering of a hint, causing curiosity. I thanked her for the advice. Then on my lunch break I did a little research.
According to Japanese folklore, the most common properties of the iris is its capacity to purify evil energies and offer protection. While in Greek mythology, the iris is named after the goddess of the rainbow, who was known for being a messenger. In western society, terms mainly associated with the iris are: faith, hope, wisdom, courage, and admiration.
There was the word, “Hope” radiant amongst its kin… Looking patiently back at me… just smiling. Hope revealed its wealth. Once again, I recognized my place in the universe and thanked my Father in heaven, that Jesus Christ is still mindful of me.
God Bless… I am Wiley’s granddaughter.