Sunflowers are my Grandma’s favorite flower. She grew up in Kansas, the Sunflower State, during the Dust Bowl days and she has many an interesting story illustrating how to endure and overcome inevitable life hardships. Sunflowers, I’ve found, suit her character perfectly. If you ever stumble across a sunflower field you will notice all the flower heads face the same direction- East.
During the bud stage the undeveloped sunflower blossom will turn it’s head to face the sun. It’s often thought the flowering blossoms chase the sun all their lives, even into adulthood. That throughout the day, as the sun travels across the sky, the flowers follow the sun so that they always face sunward. I originally thought this too until I did a bit of research.
Sunflower buds do chase the sun and, in the beginning, these same flower buds haphazardly hang their heads at night confused by the lack of sunlight. But once they reach a certain level of maturity the lovely yellow blossoms steadfastly face Eastward. As they grow, they learn. Even when darkness falls the sun will inevitably rise again from a certain and specific direction. It’s no longer necessary to crane their necks chasing the sun. Instead, they learn to trust in sun’s faithfulness to rise each morning. The temporary lack of sunlight doesn’t seem to worry them much anymore.
The first couple months of my divorce were akin to being thrown into the blackest night. Jesus did come and make everything light but the truth is, a year later, emotional hardships still remain. I still have dark moments of remorse. I still get scared, and sometimes my heart gives in to fear of what the furture holds.
I haven’t quite learned the lesson of the sunflower. Except now I have a certain promise to hold onto and this has made all the difference.
Great is Thy faithfulness Oh God my Father
There is no shadow of turning with thee
Thou changest not Thy compassions they fail not
As thou hast been Thou forever wilt be
Because of the Lord’s great love we are not consumed, for his compassions never fail. They are new every morning; great is your faithfulness.
Dear World, I wish you Eastward.