The downpours and cold wind this morning reflect not only the weather, but the atmosphere inside our home today. Between oversleeping, bad traffic, final exams, and PowerPoint presentations due, we all scurried around trying to get everything together and still be on time to everywhere we needed to be.
My daughter, in particular, was having a hard time. We all have those days where nothing seems to go right – and feeling rushed adds insult in injury.
Finally, everyone was there they needed to be, even at the expense of me missing my commitment. As I stood still, trying to figure out where the day goes from here, God whispered to me that my baby girl needed something.
Like what? I asked.
Love, He answered.
I immediately began to think up ways I could show her love this afternoon like going to Starbucks, replenishing her eye shadow that just ran out, having a nail painting session, etc.
But all of that would have to happen after school. God pressed me that her need just couldn’t wait.
I literally looked at the shower stall in my bathroom and thought how badly I needed one.
Nonetheless, I replied, I’m on board, God. Mission Love. What do You want to do?
I want to give her flowers, He answered.
Can I tell you that just makes me cry? God is our Good Father, Abba Father, Sovereign God, and Lover of our soul. He wanted to give His child, His beloved daughter, flowers.
I swallowed the lump in my throat and looked at the clock. I had less than 30 minutes to get out the door, buy the flowers and deliver them to the school before the window of calling students to the office closed until this afternoon.
I raced to the coat closet and grabbed my parka. I threw on my faithful baseball cap that covers a multitude of mistakes with unwashed hair and put on my athletic pants and running shoes – not caring in the least what I looked like.
Jumping in the van, I took off for the grocery store.
Standing in front of the flower selection, one beautiful bouquet stood out among the rest, and it just so happen to have her favorite colors flowers in it. Got it!
Next, I passed by the Valentines Day candy selection and chose a small, 3 piece box of chocolate shaped like a heart with a picture of a rose on the front of it.
I already had a card set aside just for her.
Saying hello to one of my favorite cashiers who is like family to us, I paid for everything, and bolted.
Arriving at school, I parked and began to sign the card. I wrote that God wanted our girl to have these flowers. His words went something like this, Just like I designed and dressed these flowers beautifully, so I designed and dressed you, my beloved daughter, even more beautifully!
On Bruce’s and my behalf, I wrote, The chocolates are from your dad and me because we think you are really, really, really, really sweet! Remember, no matter how dark the clouds are, and no matter how much they may rain on us, behind them, the “Son” still shines for you and through you.
I brought a roll of tape along and taped the chocolates to the card and taped the card to the bouquet.
Daring the downpour, with no time left to spare, I raced across the parking lot into the dry building. Breathless, I asked, Good morning! Have they called the announcements yet?
The woman staffing the front desk said they just took the list to the office.
Off to the office I raced.
I threw open the door to the office and both women at their desks looked up at me and the bouquet of flowers in surprise.
May I add my daughter’s name to the list to be called?
We are new to this school, so I am still learning the ropes. Their response was unexpected.
Um. I’m not sure. Let me check. I think it’s against policy to allow these.
Whoa. Really? I never saw that coming. But, they were from God, so how do I explain that???
Rather reluctantly, the woman went into an office to ask. I was puzzled at her anti-climatic attitude.
Before she left the room, she left me with some thoughts. She said, We usually don’t get flowers except for teachers. Is this a birthday?
No, it’s not, I replied.
She continued, At my old school, it was against school policy to carry flowers around all day.
Uh, okay, I said, hoping her old school policy didn’t apply here.
While she was gone, the other woman said to me, I have to ask, if they are not for a birthday, then why?
Trying to hold back my mamma’s tears, knowing what a hard time my daughter was having, I answered honestly, Because sometimes a girl just needs to get flowers.
She paused, took her glasses off, and stood up.
Great. I’m probably in trouble now, I thought to myself.
She walked over to the counter where I stood and said, You’re absolutely right. In that moment, her heart melted, as most women’s do over flowers.
She continued, If they won’t let you give these flowers to her, then she can keep them up here for the day and pick them up on her way home.
At that moment, MY heart melted at her kindness.
She sat back down at her desk and mouthed to me silently, Just know it’s an option.
The first lady came back out to me and said, I’m sorry, but they are just not allowed.
Why? I asked – genuinely confused.
She’s not allowed to take them to class because it will cause a disruption.
Okay, so can she keep them in her locker?
They will die.
I don’t think they will die in a matter of a few hours of a school day.
To know me is to know I hate conflict. I just hate it and all the drama that goes with it. But, God wanted His daughter to have these flowers, and by golly I was going to fight for Him to give them to her…and asked for Him to fight for me as I stood there dripping wet, still holding the flowers.
It’s just not allowed.
I’m sorry, but why?
Because if we allow her to get flowers, then we’d have to allow that for all of the students.
And…what’s the problem with that?
Ha! I stumped her. She had no legitimate response and stood looking at me with frustration.
May I speak with who you asked? I asked calmly and with a smile.
Sure, she said with displeasure.
The dean of students came out to greet me and told me the same thing I had just heard. And by now, another woman (I have no idea who she was) was standing and watching this.
Oh, but they didn’t know I had a wild card. Remembering the offer of letting the flowers stay in the office for the day (for everyone to enjoy on this gloomy day I might add) I played that card and proposed the office option.
The names of students to come to the office were literally being called as the dean and I spoke.
Tick tock tick tock!!!!!!
I held my breath, waiting for the okay from the dean.
She agreed, and just as she did, my daughter’s name was called over the intercom.
With not a second to spare.
I asked if I may wait and give them to her in person and explain the office procedure.
So there I stood in the hallway as a swarm of students passed by looking at a mom in a soaking wet parka and running shoes, holding a big, bright bouquet of flowers.
I turned around and saw my girl waiting in line with the other students that were called.
I held out the flowers and said smiling, These are for you. The card will explain why.
We walked to the office together and put them in a pretty vase they set out just for us. She and I turned to leave, but as I did I looked over my shoulder and mouthed to the compassionate woman at the desk who offered the wild card, Thank you, as a tear trickled down my cheek.
She smiled silently back at me and nodded.
As I left the school, something the first woman said to me wouldn’t let me go. It’s why I am writing this post today. She said, If we allow her to get flowers, then we’d have to allow that for all of the students.
Maybe that’s the problem? Remember, God told me to do this so I take no credit, I was just the messenger. But, perhaps if more parents would be willing to make their family second priority under God, then a ripple effect of love and confidence would be evident at school. Statistics today show that children are more stressed out, are on more medications, and attempt suicide more often than in preceding decades.
Maybe they need a mom or dad to allow their day to be interrupted and do something out of the box for their child. Kids are sending us signals all the time of what they need from us. Are we listening?
God is sending us a word to speak over, or something special to do for our children, are we listening?
Are we willing to play the fool and be embarrassed over showing our children they are dearly loved?
I’m not advocating causing a scene or breaking rules, but as I found out today, there are often ways around an obstacle that offers a peaceful resolution. Are we willing to advocate for our kids?
If not, why?
If not us, who will?
Now I know some would say that it wouldn’t be fair to the students who don’t have a dad or mom. It would make them feel worse.
I get that because I lost my mom the summer before my senior year and didn’t have a dad. If anyone gets that point, I do. But, think of how it could spill over to friends, mentors, and other relatives’ lives who could pick up the ball and run with it!
I would have given anything for someone to have brought me flowers in the middle of English class when every…single…day I struggled to find purpose for my life – feeling like I was a mistake and was left here to be nothing but a burden to my family and society. I needed one person to show me I mattered. That I was worth something of value. I was loved. I would’ve been grateful no matter who the flowers, or note or chocolates, or whatever it was came from.
Our children today need to hear that they matter and they are worth it. They need to hear God loves them. We love them. They have a future. That they do fit in, even if we are their only safe place to feel accepted.
The easy thing would have been to wait and give the flowers to my girl at the end of the day when she came home. But, God’s ways are not like ours. We see only this moment in time. He sees time as one continuum, and if He took the time to urge me so in telling me it was as much about the timing as it was about the gift, then I’d better stop my agenda and listen.
If parents think their children are a-okay and are the exception and don’t need any extra effort from us to show how wonderfully they have been made, then parents aren’t listening. Their are no children who have it all figured out at 12, 14 or 17 – regardless of how many times their only response is, I’m fine.
Today, it was my daughter’s turn to feel special. Wanted. Loved. Valued. Important. My boys will have their days, too, and I’m guessing God won’t ask me to bring them flowers to school, but I will be listening closely to the heartbeat of their lives to know when they need a boost, and I will be keeping an ear pointed to heaven waiting for instructions on how to show them they are so very loved.
Listen to your children. Listen to the Lord. Count it a privilege to get to be the secret agent acting as the messenger delivering God’s word of hope, love and a future. Watch for the moment, and don’t let it slip by. You may not get another chance.