Pansies are my favorite flower. They are delicate, and come in such a variety of beautiful colors.
Here’s another little tidbit for you: I am a terrible gardener. Which is why pansies are the perfect flower for me. Why is that, you ask?
The word “pansy” in its non-flower definition has connotations of weakness. The flowers themselves, however, are anything but. These little guys will survive through some tough weather conditions, pop back up after dying off during the harshest part of winter, and reproduce even when neglected. They are hardy, cheerful, and beautiful, and with a minimum of care will last for a long time. They are the type of flower I can actually grow.
I want to be like a pansy.
I want to brighten the world around me. I want to bring joy as I bloom in a variety of circumstances. I want to be known for growing no matter what. I want to not be “high maintenance.” I want to “reproduce” my faith even when things going on around me aren’t optimal.
If you could be a flower, which would you be…and why? Would you share your answer to that in the comments?