The Whisper of Tulips
So a week or so ago I had the privilege of going to the Wooden Shoe Tulip Festival with a few friends. It was really beautiful and there were so many different colors of tulips. It was a bright and sunny day, just perfect for pictures. As I was walking down the rows watching the colors of the flowers change along the way, one of the colors stood out to me. There was a patch of very deep purple tulips that caught my eye. They were called, "Queen of the night." My first instinct said, "They look like death," but, as I stared at them, my mind started to run away with them. It was as if I could hear God speaking through them. In the field there were so many bright colored tulips. Everyone was taking pictures with the other colors, but no one really stopped for these ones. They were nicknamed, "Nightmare tulips." I imagined these tulips to feel lonely and sad, waiting for someone to stop for them, yet the people just kept walking. Too often...