The Family Bouquet

The Family Bouquet
Nothing beats the surprise of a florist at the door with a beautiful bouquet. My sweet husband sent me a bouquet last week and it was an especially wonderful one. It was made up of roses of several colors: pink, white, and some pinks with white edges. It had a spray of orange, some purple accents, red lilies and white ones trimmed with green. There were different sizes also. Some were full blossoms with satiny petals and some swirled and curled. Some were ruffled and some speckled. Each bloom unique.
The little ones came in clusters, several on a stem, like triplets or quintuplets. Some were perfectly shaped and symmetrical and others off-centered and just a bit uneven. Like the artist’s technique of off-setting, this makes them more interesting.
One big pink rose was the focal point and first catches your eye, but then the different sizes and colors cause your eye to run through the whole bouquet. Each flower added to the overall effect and appeal. The green leaves gave contrast and the little poppies couldn’t have been sweeter!
Families are God’s bouquets—all sizes, infants, toddlers, youngsters, teens, adults, and old folks—all shapes, sizes, personality types, all adding sounds to the music of a symphony—each adding shape and color to the overall composition.
I have seven children and each is as different as can be. Alone each may be considered lovely, but
together—each is a unique part of the whole, blended with parents and grandparents and some contrasts and sweetnesses—they become another of God’s masterpieces.
When God made Adam, it was the first of His creations which He did not think was complete. He said, “It is not good that the man should be alone.” (Gen 2:18) God knew that man needed a family.

In Psalms 68: 6, David said, “God sets the solitary in families.” He gathers single flowers into full bouquets. Beautiful!

©2014 Elece Hollis, author of Oh Baby!—a little handbook for new moms available on Amazon.com
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Tomato Bowl

How many fruits have filled this bowl? 
How many tomatoes? How many apples
Were peeled into it’s curves?
Golden honey-scented pears?
How many green beans were served
With new potatoes? Sliced sugary peaches?
Ears of yellow corn? Savory vegetable soup?
How many slices of cantaloupe? Blackberries?
I wonder whose bowl it was before it was mine?
Did she use it to mix a cake
Batter for her son’s seventh birthday?
Did she love it like I do?

Who am I?

What people say: 
My young son says I am a terrible driver.
My older son says I am a great cook.
My teenage daughter says I am a know-nothing.
My grown daughter says I am a genius.
My husband says I am a treasure. 
My mama says I am a brave heart.
My dad says I am a good praline maker. 

My grandson calls me the impostor. 
My sister says I am a talented writer. 
My doctor says I am overweight. 
My friend says I am gifted. 
My club friends say I am bossy. 
My granddaughter says I am an artist. 
Mr. Tate says I am a poet.
God says I am his daughter. 
Who am I? 


Answer: 
I am a mom.
I am a wife. 
I am a daughter. 
I am a grandma. 
I am a sister.
I am a friend. 
I am a unique individual.
I am me.