Pinkie Le Blum

I first met Pinkie Le Blum at least a couple of months ago. It was sometime after September. She garnered my attention and I thought I’d love to have her stem clipped to take her home with me. My friend offered it to me but he got side-tracked and forgot. I teased about it. And then he forgot again. He forgot a bunch of times but I knew she was out there beside his driveway, imagining her state to progressively deteriorate, becoming less than beautiful with the span of time and various weather conditions.

But for some odd reason, even though there were other roses and flowers galore about town, I loved her. Yet I let her go and let my friend Jack off the hook.

Time passed.

Then we had the big freeze in the Willamette Valley and everything was incredibly white and beautiful.

And Jack found her with his camera in hand in all of her splendor–Pinkie Le Blum’s finest moments, her crescendo, encased in ice, with her head held high. She had become a showcase of her own, a marvel.

They say, “timing is everything.” She proved this out.

She taught me a lesson. In fact, several. Actually it was God who taught the lesson, using a rose bloom and all of His own creations and conditions…and of course: timing.

Pinkie Le Blum reminds me to trust God more.

To trust His timing.

To be patient because He is always going before me.

Another element of my lesson, half in jest, half on point…

Don’t take my own scissors to a friend’s house

…or I may spoil everything.