Grammy’s Irises

“Those who sow with tears
  will reap with songs of joy.
Those who go out weeping,
carrying seed to sow,
will return with songs of joy,
carrying sheaves with them” (Psalm 126:5-6 NIV).

As I read these verses a few days ago, I thought of a little poem I wrote just before Christmas. For two and a half years I had lived in a downstairs space in the home of a couple and served as a caregiver for the 90-year-old gentleman who dealt with Alzheimer’s. Their home was located in a peaceful setting where the beauty of nature and wildlife were right outside the door. I took thousands of photos in the time I lived there. In August, the gentleman passed away. As I prepared to move in January, I worked on a book of photos I had taken of some of the beauty of the property along with words of inspiration and encouragement for his widow. Some of the photos were of the beautiful irises that I could see from my window in the spring. I was told that they had been planted years ago by “Grammy,” the mother of the lady of the house. When we first had that conversation, I commented, “Here we are today enjoying beauty because of what someone planted a long time ago.” Those words were the seed embedded in my mind for what I knew would one day be a poem. I finally wrote it as I prepared my photo gift book.

“Grammy’s Irises”

With gentle hands she placed each bulb
Beneath the stubborn sod;
She watered them and tended them,
But left their growth to God.
In early spring the tender shoots
Pushed through the porous soil–
The beauty of the blossoms fair
Were fit for any royal.

Long years have passed but yet they bloom
When winter turns to spring–
Their graceful beauty on display,
Enjoyment still to bring
To younger generations who
Are following Grammy’s lead–
She taught that for the blooms to come,
You first must plant the seed.

So, too, in lives we plant the seeds
And water them with tears,
And tend them on our knees in prayer
Prevailing through the years;
By faith we trust the seeds will bloom
In each young girl and boy,
For those who sow in tears will reap
And gather blooms with joy.

–Rebecca D. Higgins

The Beauty of Little Things

by Rebecca D. Higgins

How many times do we miss the intricate beauty of small things in our search for the big?

Last week I made my way along a North Carolina section of the Blue Ridge Parkway anticipating the expansive sweep of scenic mountain vistas decorated in their vibrant autumn hues of red and gold. From my car window I spied an opening where the mountains and valleys were awash with color.

Unfortunately, at that spot there was no place to pull over, but I was happy to find one of the many overlook pullouts just a short distance down the road. I was disappointed, however, to find that the view I had observed from my car window was obscured at the overlook. No problem! I grabbed my camera and hiked back along the road I had come, intent on finding that sweeping mountain view. But as I trudged through wet leaves and weeds in my search for the big panorama, I discovered a tiny gem hiding in the dirt and weeds. A little bud of a wildflower I did not recognize was peeping up amongst the weeds in the ditch.

I paused to observe and capture its delicate charm with my zoom lens, and I was reminded once again that I should never pass over the beauty of small things in my search for the big. Mountaintop views are not the only place to find beauty. If we keep our eyes open, sometimes we are surprised by little treasures hiding in the ditches of life.