The day was dawning…
Even though it seemed like the longest wait.
Her feet were stained of smudged soil and dirt.
They worked on, and moved forward,
through the season of drought that left her thirsty,
the season of flooding that left her with a loss of security,
and through the season of coldness that aimed at tugging away the last remaining drop of joy within her heart.
This longing for contentment and satisfaction could not be gained from human effort or control.
The tug-a-war between doubt and confidence were ever present, until she saw the ivory magnolia.
So delicate, but strong.
So fragrant, but subtle.
The drought taught the magnolia to depend on something other than what it is told by the world, to need.
The flood prepared a way to remain strong within the unpredictable moments of life.
The frosted ice allowed it to develop the gift of endurance of pain and suffering to value humility.
Though the magnolia felt alone in the midst of the trial, there was meaningfulness to grasp onto and a mighty lesson to be learned.
Without the struggle, the magnolia’s appearance would be altered, and possibly not as rare as it appears today.
It very well may not have as much delicate, compassion towards the living,
or inner strength to combat the lies the mind and heart filter.
It very well may not have the fragrance of confident beauty that radiates out, from the love experienced within,
or the subtleness to not be moved by life’s imperfections and uncontrollable circumstances.
The ivory magnolia stands right where it belongs,
and that gave her great courage.