02/20/2026
🎓Two years ago, I was teaching school while VERY pregnant and raising three other babies.
I ended up getting the flu and had to take time off.
🌼They were paving Hwy 15 in Ingomar, MS and had torn down 50+yr old homes with gardens that had the happiest little daffodils in the yards.
🛣️I couldn’t stand the thought of those cheery little flowers, eager to announce the coming of spring, straining against the underside of the concrete, only to never see the sun again.
So, despite being sick and massively pregnant, I took advantage of my time off and dug up as many bulbs as I could!
🪻Now, every spring, I celebrate alongside the first sweet bloom stretching up toward the sun, telling us warmer days are coming. My yard is an array of bright daffodils, amazing smelling hydrangeas and delicate Lillies.
I wish that whoever planted that garden knows that their flowers are still being enjoyed, even in a different state ❤️
✝️ As a farmer, I’ve always loved how Jesus uses parables to explain things. Those flowers are a simple plant, here one minute and gone the next. They bring joy while they’re here, and I always look forward to seeing them.
How similar are we to those flowers?
Some people might say that it was stupid of me to go out and save them; that I should have just stayed comfortable in my bed, scrolling through social media and relaxing.
Instead, I took advantage of the short window of time that I had and hauled my big ol belly out there to bring them home.
How similar are we to the flowers?
If you could imagine your friends, straining against the concrete, buried in darkness, never to see the sun again, how would you respond?
How similar to we are the flowers?
It’s time to get up, leave your comfort behind and start harvesting. After time, these bulbs that I’ve saved will multiply and split, making more flowers that even more generations can sit in the comfort of.
How much more valuable are we than the flowers?