Barba’s beautiful Tiger Lily
Good Day, God!
Mostly, I feel like this Tiger Lily! Open and maybe a little TOO colorful? Very confident seeming, I hope. Or, at least, that is how I feel most of the time.
That is my preferred way of thinking of myself. But, of course, that is only part of me. I have other parts that are cowardly and slothful and adore easy. Let me correct myself, God. I (the dominant persona) have named them cowardly and lazy.
They are not. They are perhaps far wiser that I am. They would rather let things unfold than rush in to fix. I must say, God, that it is Hard Work, this integration of my Diverse Selves. Teasing out Selves that my Culture has shaming names for isn’t easy.
They are like the Water Lilies that open in the warm light of the Sun — only to close up when removed from the sun’s light — or when they feel the Darkness of Shame.
a water lily from my brother’s pond
We are all of us any of a thousand different blooms that can flower under the right care and feeding.
I am thinking more about “care and feeding” now as am entering my second week sick with sore throat and coughing. I am feeling now more like a potted hothouse flower — being tenderly cared for by Kit — albeit at a distance. Surely he deserves a Gold Medal — and a Gold Halo too!
Ah, God! That we should be Gardeners to one another — and to our world!
Story teller,
A Moment with God 
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