We Don’t Always Get What We Want
By Lynn Obermoeller
The black-eyed Susan is my favorite flower. The deep golden yellow intensified by its dark brown center begs for attention. The blossom’s droopy, pouting nature cries out, “Look at me! See my beauty.”
In my previous home, these golden wonders multiplied in the sunny part of the front of the house. When I moved, the first thing on my list was to plant black-eyed Susans in the sunny part of my new yard. I just knew they’d take off, multiply, and I’d have a hill of black-eyed Susans.
But every year, they’d dry up before the season was over and the following year, they wouldn’t show their face. After doing this for several years, I finally gave up and took pleasure in all of the other beautiful varieties of perennials that grew in my yard. Nothing seemed to bring joy to my heart like the sunny black-eyed Susan.
Then one year while tending to the back yard of mostly shady plants, I saw a mounded clump of leaves that seemed to pop up out of nowhere. A weed, I thought. What else would grow so fast and look so good? I started to pull it, but remembered my sister’s advice: it’s only a weed if you want it to be. I liked how the leaf looked and left it alone. This prevented me from planting something else since the asters nearby had also met their end. I noticed another clump in between the boulders in a small section of ground near the water’s edge. The lime green creeping Jenny invaded this area, so this cluster of darker green made a nice contrast.
As the heat set in and some plants started to find their way back into the ground, I noticed my weed had buds. I clapped my hands and wondered what kind of flower might bloom. Now I was really glad that I didn’t pull that so-called weed.
The next time I looked after the garden, much to my surprise and delight, there it sat, pouting proud – the black-eyed Susan. Stunned, I stood there and felt my heart open a little wider. The plant flowered for the remainder of the season. Every time I stepped outside, gratitude washed over me.
I learned a valuable lesson in the process – it’s not necessary to try and force something – whether it’s a plant to grow or for a child or anyone to do what you want, but to let nature take its course. If there is something I think I need and if I truly need it, it will be given to me in God’s time – in the natural scheme of things.
So when I’m having trouble growing something, I just surrender because I never know what gift may pop up!