by Pastor Tim Burt
I am republishing this today by popular request! Great to read, reread, and share with others! Be blessed and know that Renee and I pray for you all daily!
The Daffodil Principle (Author Unknown)
Isaiah 28:10 (NKJV) For precept must be upon precept, precept upon precept, Line upon line, line upon line, Here a little, there a little.”
Several times my daughter had telephoned to say, ‘Mother, you must come to 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 reluctantly I drove there. When I finally walked into Carolyn’s house I was welcomed by the joyful sounds of happy children. I delightedly hugged and greeted my grandchildren.
‘Forget the daffodils, Carolyn! The road is invisible in these clouds and fog, and there is nothing in the world except you and these children that I want to see badly enough to drive another inch!’ My daughter smiled calmly and said, ‘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. ‘But first we’re going to see the daffodils. It’s just a few blocks,’ Carolyn said. ‘I’ll drive. I’m used to this.’ ‘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 with an arrow that read, ‘ Daffodil Garden ‘ We got out of the car, each took a child’s hand, and I followed Carolyn down the path. Then, as we turned a corner, 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 over the mountain and its surrounding slopes. The flowers were planted in majestic, swirling patterns, great ribbons and swaths of deep orange, creamy white, lemon yellow, salmon pink, and saffron and butter yellow. Each different colored variety was planted in large groups so that it swirled and flowed like its own river with its own unique hue. There were five acres of flowers.
‘Who did this?’ I asked Carolyn. ‘Just one woman,’ Carolyn answered. ‘She lives on the property. That’s her home.’ Carolyn pointed to a well-kept A-frame house, small and modestly sitting 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 one brain.’ The third answer was, ‘Began in 1958.’ 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 mountaintop. Planting one bulb at a time, year after year, this unknown woman had forever changed the world in which she lived. One day at a time, she had created something of extraordinary magnificence, beauty, and inspiration. The principle her daffodil garden taught is one of the greatest principles of celebration.
That is, learning to move toward our goals and desires one step at a time–often just one baby-step at time–and 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 or forty 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 usual direct way. ‘Start tomorrow,’ she said.
Hebrews 6:12 (NIV) “We do not want you to become lazy, but to imitate those who through faith and patience inherit what has been promised.”
Pastor Tim Burt
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9 thoughts on “The Daffodil Principle”
What a beautiful story! Sometimes, one small step at a time, working toward a goal can be frustrating. But, over time wonderful things happen. Especially when God is leading the way.
I agree with you Meghan! Thanks for your kind words and feedback! God bless you richly and thanks for reading!
Thank you for this encouragement. It was timely for me as I enter squarely into my middle years. I still have the desire to enter new realms and new pursuits of what I think God wants for me, but I often consider giving up because I think I’m silly to try something new at this stage of my life.
But now I’m just going to keep on keeping on, taking one step at a time, planting one daffodil at a time!
Beautiful! A great story and lesson!
She’s right too. Thankyou!
This story is burning itself into my heart at this very moment … Many images emerge … what if we get to see “the garden” all the way at the end of our life … all those people we have affected, one person, one soul, one day, one life at a time as we sow the word and share Jesus with those around us … I think it will leave a beautiful fragrance 🙂 Thanks so much for sharing this … Be blessed as you plant away 🙂
Nice comment and a beautiful extension of the image. I often put it this way: we’re leaving fingerprints on the souls of all those we touch along the way.
Thank you for sharing.
Thanks James and beautifully put and accurate!
Thank you Heidi! I am so glad that it affected your heart in this way. As a gardener, I’ve worked my vision in my garden year by year and it has now won two awards. More importantly, I began writing Fresh Manna 17 years ago and it’s not been read in 213 countries. I would have never imagined. Things that you work hard at day by day eventually produce great fruit and bless so many! So let it stir you to action in many areas! God bless you!