Not long ago, a sweet friend gave me a peace lily.
It was very meaningful to me to receive this gift. It was
so large we had to put it in the back of the van just to
get it home, and Jonah had to sit with it to keep it steady.
"What's her name, Mama?"
"Why don't we name her
Lily?" suggest Emerson.
So it was that Lily came to
live with us. The next question was where to put her.
Josiah had an idea…"Should
we put Lily out front with Mr. Prickles?"
You see, we already have a
cactus -- Mr. Prickles -- living in our flower bed out front.
He's survived some precarious times, and we are actually
quite attached to him! A friend gave him to us in a little
cracked plastic pot. The kids and I planted him in the ground
out front where we could keep an eye on him.
But the next morning, after
we had re-planted him, we found him lying at the foot of
the door on the side porch. It was creepy! Who would have
uprooted Mr. Prickles and thrown him by the door?
So we re-planted Mr. Prickles
and have kept a close eye on him. He's still there, a little
shriveled from the cold, but promising to grow and bloom
with warmer temperatures…
But where to put Lily? I looked
her "kind" up on the internet. She apparently
likes to live indoors…well…so do I, and Ken, and the 8 younger
ones still living here…and our living room isn't very large…and
it seems even smaller by the time we fill it with 2 couches,
the school computer, the dining room table, an exercise
bike, and those growing 8 kids. Where would we put this
big plant with leaves bigger than the twins' heads? Uncertainly,
I chose an empty corner next to one of the couches.
Well, Lily had an opinion about
that. The next day, she was droopy. Now I knew she had gotten
plenty of love AND water the day before. The girls had gently
stroked her leaves, talked to her, and given her a drink.
But she just didn't look happy.
We tried moving her next to
the front door, in a space between the door and the other
couch. It was a warm day, so I even left the door open a
little for her. Fresh air, sunshine…what more could she
The next day, Lily was even
Hmmm….well…maybe she didn't
like all the activity. Perhaps the kids were bumping her
leaves on the way out the door. Maybe the fresh air had
a chill in it. I uncertainly checked her soil again…moist,
After a day of droopiness,
I carried her to the quietness of our bedroom. I put her
in front of the window and left her alone.
Lily drooped all night and
into the next day. By evening, I was discouraged.
Why doesn't this plant like
me?? I thought.
I had mentally been through
every corner of the house, and just couldn't think of a
safe place. What would I tell my friend who gave her to
me? Should I just get rid of Lily? I couldn't just watch
her droop and turn brown and die! Maybe I should just put
her out in the soil with Mr. Prickles and see what happens!
Frustrated, I picked up her
large pot and stuck her in the laundry room for the night.
Her wide girth nearly filled our entire laundry room!
"I'll think more about
Lily in the morning," I yawned and turned out the light.
The next morning, early, as
the sun was peeking through the blinds, I got up and walked
by the laundry room. What I saw startled me! Lily looked
like a picture of health! What?! Her leaves were happily
reaching up toward the hang-up clothes and she was bright
and green and pretty, and I thought I could even see a smile
on the white lily blooms that before had looked so dingy
You're kidding, Lord! You
mean Lily likes the laundry room??!
Every child who awoke and walked
by the laundry room gasped at the change in Lily. The twins
laughed out loud and clapped their hands when they saw her
big green leaves standing so tall!
"Wow, Mom!" Elijah
exclaimed. "Lily is finally happy!
Now we have to step around
Lily to get to the washer and dryer. She's totally in the
way! The dirty clothes pile has spilled over into the hall
because there's just no where else to go!
But I just don't have the heart
to move her, you know? She's so bright and shiny, loving
her special place. She's claimed the laundry room as her
own! And we've given it to her…what can I say?
It's all for the love of Lily.
Do you have a special place?
We all need a place to "be" with the Lord…a place
to grow, a place to bloom.
A place for just you and the
Do you have a special place?
early in the morning, while it was still dark, Jesus got
up, left the house and went off to a solitary place, where
I especially love this verse,
and the ones after! If you read them, you will find that
Jesus' followers didn't even know where Jesus' special place
was! They were looking everywhere for Him! When they finally
found Him, they were exasperated!
exclaimed, "Everyone is looking for You!"
Jesus' special place(s) were
private and just between Him and the Father. This is where
He grew and blossomed.
Jesus made His disciples get into the boat and go on ahead
of Him to Bethsaida, while He dismissed the crowd. After
leaving them, He went up on a mountainside to pray.
They went to a place
called Gethsemane, and Jesus said to His disciples, "Sit
here while I pray."
…Going a little farther, He fell to the ground and prayed...
At daybreak Jesus went
out to a solitary place. The people were looking for Him…
Yet the news about Him
spread all the more, so that crowds of people came to hear
Him and to be healed of their sicknesses. But Jesus often
withdrew to lonely places and prayed.
One of those days Jesus
went out to a mountainside to pray, and spent the night
praying to God.
Where is your special place?
Do you ever feel like Lily
-- too many people around, too much activity, noise, wind…
I love my family. It's a big
one! There's not much privacy. I have to shut myself up
in my closet (which is Elijah's bedroom, by the way) just
to get dressed in the mornings. But I wouldn't trade all
the togetherness for the world.
However I know that to stay
healthy, and happy, and joyful, and alive -- that
I need a special place. I need that time with the Father…a
solitary place to pray.
Where is my special place?
Well, it depends. Sometimes -- most times -- it's at the
kitchen table early in the mornings.
Sometimes it's walking through
the house in the middle of the night.
Sometimes it's in my bed with
the covers over my head.
Sometimes I have even rolled
out of my bed onto the hard floor -- insurance that I will
stay awake when I pray!
Sometimes, it's in the laundry
room with Lily, as I am washing and sorting clothes, folding
You see, it doesn't matter
where your special place is.
What matters is that you
have a special place.
A place like Lily has. A place
to pray, to tell God your inmost feelings, thoughts, and
sorrows. To ask for help, to ask for strength, to ask for
life and endurance.
A place to pray for others,
a place to read His love letter -- His Word -- to you.
You need a special place…why?
It's all for the love of Jesus.
…to be continued…
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