Testimony - Karen Mottram, Licensed Lay Minister
"In a season of struggle and rejection, I poured out my heart to God, longing for a grand miracle but receiving quiet promises instead. A year later, a stranger unexpectedly affirmed those promises with a message of wild daisies—God’s reminder of His constant goodness. Now, everywhere I look, those simple flowers remind me that, no matter the hardships, His faithfulness and love endure."
Quite a few years ago I had found myself embattled, tired, feeling deeply rejected. I told the Lord about it. On long dog walks, surrounded by the beauty of His creation, wild flowers everywhere, I poured out my complaints. I kept getting the same message back, this bitterness, this bile that I draw from you now will make your meadow fertile. There will always be flowers in your meadow.
At the time, it felt, well, what I actually wanted was a full CGI surround sound full on miracle, what I got were quiet promises of ox-eye daisies. Hmmmnnnn. Great. Thanks God.
About a year later I went to a praise and prayer event. Lots of people all hungry for God, gathered together, it was a wonderful morning. We stopped for lunch and just before the afternoon session started, a person I’d never seen before came towards me. She said she had a “word from God” for me.
This was a real heartsink moment. Really, I said, trying to smile convincingly, but absolutely horrified. She immediately put her hands together as if carrying imaginary flowers, she said something like I’m really embarrassed, I have this bunch of flowers for you, they aren’t much to look at, just those tatty white daisies that grow wild at the side of country lanes in Spring. God says they are for you, from Him. It was, unexpected.
I just stammered something back like, I can’t tell you what this means to me. I never saw her again. But those tatty white wild flowers are everywhere I look at the moment, a constant reminder that God, Father, Son and Holy Spirit is good all the time. The time I spent pouring out my complaints to God as a friend, the fruit of that will last a lifetime. I just KNOW there will always be flowers in my meadow.