taken from flowerpicturegallery.com
One source said that daisies symbolizes fidelity.
Fidelity, according to the Wikipedia, is the quality of being faithful or loyal. Its original meaning regarded duty to a lord or a king.
These days, I'm learning to be faithful. To have this so-called fidelity.
It's not easy, when you've decided to follow God, and you realized that following God is an everyday life thing. As a 12th grader, I may be suffering of what my teacher called 'senioritis'. It's when you finally have to see ahead of school, and school stuff comes to you as being so monotone and boring. You started not doing home works, you never feel like studying for tests, and you get through the day as if you simply don't care. Apathy, maybe.
I used to be quite competitive about having good scores, or about making the best of assignments, but now my little perfectionist ambitions seemed to be buried somewhere underneath stacks of college applications and entrance essays. That 'spirit of excellence' seemed to disappear.
Then one day, questioning about the dullness of school routine and wondering simply about how Daniel could be found excellent in everything he did, I knew what I lack.
Faithfulness. Faithfulness in small things, faithfulness in even the dullest of weekdays.
I suddenly found faithfulness, or fidelity, as a peculiar form of strength. On Monday, last 2 weeks, I was having, again, caught up in my emotional turmoil. Monday blues, maybe. More like, I had much fun on the weekend, and facing the weekdays felt like going through a battlefield. However, I was reminded of being faithful. Suddenly, I understand that it's useless to lock myself inside my grey little room and contemplate on what I'm feeling (which I do a lot). Suddenly, I know I have to go despite my feelings. I have to work and do something, even when my feelings drag me into a personal hell.
I found strength, even though I was as much in a turmoil the next morning. I found this weird determination that I'm going to go through this day the best I can, with God. because this is what following God means.
So, why am I posting this?
Because this is the night before Monday, obviously.
Because Monday is the start of another week with God.
Because even though following God means walking through a rough, uneven road, it also means getting to be with God.
Another week, another grace.
I found strength, even though I was as much in a turmoil the next morning. I found this weird determination that I'm going to go through this day the best I can, with God. because this is what following God means.
So, why am I posting this?
Because this is the night before Monday, obviously.
Because Monday is the start of another week with God.
Because even though following God means walking through a rough, uneven road, it also means getting to be with God.
Another week, another grace.
taken from mypinkdaisy.wordpress.com
