One thing that baffles me is finding something new about yourself even when you are already fossilized by chronological time.
I recently found out something new about me.
I love (adore!) flowers—looking at them, picking them, painting them, receiving them, buying them, and giving them away as gifts.
But this I discovered: I loathe arranging them!
Now, I also love flower arrangements and always marvel at how ingenious florists are on occasions such as weddings, debuts, anniversaries and other events where flowers play a major role.
My friend Mabel is a florist extraordinaire and I always gush over her spectacular works. Another friend, Lucy, likes drying flowers, painstakingly arranging them in baskets, and calling her shop (when she decides to have one) Lucy's labor of Love.
So when my friends in church scheduled a seminar on flower arrangement, the day before Easter, I couldn't wait.
Our teacher, who actually has a PhD, but is gearing up to be a florist when she retires, was an engaging speaker, complete with electronics that showed the color chart and principles of flower arrangement. She had for each student (10 of us) a bundle of flowers, foam, and a vase.
As soon as I got my share with which to apply what we have learned, I balked. Okay, I got cold feet. Either I didn't think I could do it or didn't like the tedium (soaking the sponge, cutting the stems, measuring the width and height, etc.). Whatever.
I didn't even try, I simply spent my time kibitzing and encouraging each one to keep going. In fact, I gave away my flowers to someone.
The results were outstanding. All nine students (minus moi) came up with beautiful arrangements we drooled over.
What a waste, you might say. Why would anyone even attend such a session when she wouldn't put it to use anyway?
Oh, but the company! The joy of being with friends, who wished to pretty up our place of worship on Easter, was grace arranged as beautifully as the flowers in the vases—and the next day, at the altar.
Why couldn't I bring myself to arrange flowers? That is a puzzle, the same way that I've been trying to figure out why I can't cook when I love (adore!) food.
I am consoled by the fact that in the Bible we are told (Romans 12:6): “We have different gifts, according to the grace given to each of us . . .”
And although each of us is individually created, we are all fearfully and wonderfully made!