Sandy Warner

email:  swauthor@usa.net ~~~  website: www.thequickenedword.com



I read the following story circling the Internet. It really touched my heart and was quickened to me about my calling in hearing, keeping and birthing His Words into fruition.




The Daffodil Principle

by: Jaroldeen Asplund Edwards


Several times my daughter had telephoned to say, "Mother, you must come see the daffodils before they are over." I wanted to go, but it was a two hour drive from Laguna to Lake Arrowhead. "I will come next Tuesday, " I promised, a little reluctantly, on her third call.


Next Tuesday dawned cold and rainy. Still, I had promised, and so I drove there. When I finally walked into Carolyn's house and hugged and greeted my grandchildren. I said, "Forget the daffodils, Carolyn! The road is invisible in the clouds and fog, and there is nothing in the world except you and these children that I want to see bad enough to drive another inch!"


My daughter smiled calmly," We drive in this all the time, Mother."


"Well, you won't get me back on the road until it clears and then I'm heading for home!" I assured her.


"I was hoping you'd take me over to the garage to pick up my car."


"How far will we have to drive?"


"Just a few blocks," Carolyn said, "I'll drive. I'm used to this."


After several minutes I had to ask, "Where are we going? This isn't the way to the garage!" "We're going to my garage the long way," Carolyn smiled, "by way of the daffodils."


"Carolyn," I said sternly, "please turn around."


"It's all right, Mother. I promise you will never forgive yourself if you miss this experience."


After about twenty minutes we turned onto a small gravel road and I saw a small church. On the far side of the church I saw a hand lettered sign "Daffodil Garden." We got out of the car and each took a child's hand, and I followed Carolyn down the path. Then we turned a corner of the path, and I looked up and gasped. Before me lay the most glorious sight. It looked as though someone had taken a great vat of gold and poured it down over the mountain peak and slopes. The flowers were planted in majestic, swirling patterns, great ribbons and swaths of deep orange, white, lemon yellow, salmon pink, saffron, and butter yellow. Each different colored variety was planted as a group so that it swirled and flowed like its own river with its own unique hue. Five acres of flowers.


"But who has done this?" I asked Carolyn. "It's just one woman," Carolyn answered. "She lives on the property. That's her home." Carolyn pointed to a well kept A-frame house that looked small and modest in the midst of all that glory. We walked up to the house. On the patio we saw a poster "Answers to the Questions I Know You Are Asking" was the headline.


The first answer was a simple one: "50,000 bulbs," it read.


The second answer was, "One at a time, by one woman. Two hands, two feet, and very little brain."


The third answer was, "Began in 1958."


There it was. The Daffodil Principle. For me that moment was a life changing experience. I thought of this woman whom I had never met, who, more than forty years before, had begun, one bulb at a time, to bring her vision of beauty and joy to an obscure mountain top. Still, just planting one bulb at a time, year after year, had changed the world.


This unknown woman had forever changed the world in which she lived. She had created something of ineffable magnificence, beauty, and inspiration. The principle her daffodil garden taught is one of the greatest principles of celebration: learning to move toward our goals and desires one step at a time, often just one baby step at a time, learning to love the doing, learning to use the accumulation of time.


When we multiply tiny pieces of time with small increments of daily effort, we too will find we can accomplish magnificent things. We can change the world.


"It makes me sad in a way," I admitted to Carolyn. "What might I have accomplished if I had thought of a wonderful goal thirty-five years ago and had worked away at it 'one bulb at a time' through all those years. Just think what I might have been able to achieve!"


My daughter summed up the message of the day in her direct way. "Start now," she said.







{Words to Ponder are summaries of His quickened Words}



Bit by bit, one step at a time, I unfold My plans for your life. I have given you My promise, that what I have planted in your life is intended to be a hidden wealth that will come forth in the right season. As time passes, you shall see seasonal manifestations of these, My planted treasures. Stay faithful to Me and believe My Words spoken to you. In the fullness of time I shall multiply it all for My glory. As you look back from whence you came, you shall know without a doubt, that no matter what, I have done far beyond what you could ever ask or think.


Always remember that when your life comes into blossom, that it came from persistent time on your spiritual knees.


1 Cor 2:9 KJV

But as it is written, Eye hath not seen, nor ear heard, neither have entered into the heart of man, the things which God hath prepared for them that love him.








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