Coffee with Jesus and the pansies

Jesus said to seek Him with all your heart and soul. He said “Seek and ye shall find”. So I sought and I found.
Guess where I found Jesus this morning? Jesus and His love was found in a great big bowl of pansies!

I come out on my sun porch and get settled with my big mug of coffee. I ask Jesus to be with me as I read my Bible and pray. It is early, only 6:30. The birds are already breakfasting at the feeders. The sun is breaking through and shining on my rear neighbors’ windows bright enough to blind me. The robins are bouncing along the ground and the squirrels are flipping their tails in a frenzy of joy. How could I be anything but joyful too, with all this going on around me?

To add to all this wonder is a big fat pot of sunny yellow pansies. It is a BIG pot with hundreds of miniature pansy faces all looking and smiling at me. Each one is a happy face in shades of sunny yellow and lavender. They actually seem to be bouncing their heads up and down and singing in tiny little voices: “Be happy….” What a greeting for me on this lovely Saturday morning. I have to sing, too, about the creation that God made just for us. “Be Happy….Give thanks….Rejoice in God’s gift of beauty and thank Him for Jesus coming to take away all our sins.” I can’t actually sing anymore, but my heart sings. He made us to shine like the pansies with the most glorious of happy faces.

Jackie brought the pansies over yesterday. How grateful I am to have her so close that she can pop in every day. And bring posies too! Later Jess came over with the kids. She, also, is now close enough to pop in any time. Her girls were so proud when they came in. “We came over by ourselves!” were their first words.

The girls came in, saw the pansies, buried their noses in, and took a deep sniff of the fragrance. Then each one carefully followed a stem down to the root and plucked one flower. The flower was daintily held up for admiration. Colton toddled in, saw the many cheerful flowers in the big pot, and plunged in with both tiny fists. Up came fifty pansy faces and hit the floor in a crumpled heap. No smelling, no admiration, just a look of proud accomplishment of what he’d done. “See? I can pick flowers, too!” He reminded me so much of my little boys who so often came in with their offerings of dangling, wilted dandelions, clutched tightly in a grubby fist; but offered up with a heart of love for momma. I am so thankful for the wonderful gift of memory that the Lord built into each one of us. How beautiful are those memories of my little ones!

I hope you find this day as full of joy as I do. I hold you all up to the Lord in prayer to keep you safe this day and to fill your hearts with thanks to Him for all that He has given us. Have a wonderful day. I hope to get back to you once more before the celebration of His resurrection. Easter is only a week away!

Love to all, Irma Jane Fritz-Zager