For quite some time, I had been thinking about revisiting the flowers from Where Love Rests — but this time, focusing only on the flowers, nothing else. And now, here they are!
The core idea behind these flowers is love.
There are many different forms of what we call love, but here, I’m trying to speak about one particular kind of love: the love that waits with great patience.
Honestly, I am not a big fan of a word "patience" — but I believe there’s a certain beauty in the time of waiting. Whether in relationships with loved ones, with friends, in parenting, or just in the journey of life itself.
where the father forgives the younger son who went astray, wasting his inheritance, wasting his life on prostitutes and wild living, only to lose everything and end up eating pig’s food. And when he is at his lowest — empty, starving, ashamed — the son realizes he did wrong and decides to go back to his father. And the father, seeing him from a distance, runs to him and welcomes him back with arms wide open.
This story portrays the love of waiting. If you think from the father's perspective, how would the father feel when the son demands for the inheritance, and walks away from the family just to chase his own pleasure? (It's good to know that the son had to wait for his father's death to receive the inheritance. And here the son is demanding it to straight to the father's face.)
I can’t imagine how I would even keep myself from being destroyed by anger and betrayal if I were the father. I would probably wish to be on a deathbed.
But the father waited. He waited for her son to return home. And this wasn’t a passive kind of waiting. It was eager. It was active. It was full of longing.
I believe that in the time of waiting — where only groaning can be heard, where no one else sees or understands the depth of the struggle — that is where the son returned.
So maybe the flower was able to bloom because someone chose to hope while they waited.
Hope for restoration. Hope for healing. Hope for redemption.
If you see yourself in the father, I wish you don’t lose hope. Your flower will bloom — because you waited. But wait with hope. Hope in the One who waits for us — just like the father in the story of the Prodigal Son.
For quite some time, I had been thinking about revisiting the flowers from Where Love Rests — but this time, focusing only on the flowers, nothing else. And now, here they are!
The core idea behind these flowers is love.
There are many different forms of what we call love, but here, I’m trying to speak about one particular kind of love: the love that waits with great patience.
Honestly, I am not a big fan of a word "patience" — but I believe there’s a certain beauty in the time of waiting. Whether in relationships with loved ones, with friends, in parenting, or just in the journey of life itself.
This is how God showed his love among us: He sent his one and only Son into the world that we might live through him. This is love: not that we loved God, but that he loved us and sent his Son as an atoning sacrifice for our sins. Dear friends, since God so loved us, we also ought to love one another.
where the father forgives the younger son who went astray, wasting his inheritance, wasting his life on prostitutes and wild living, only to lose everything and end up eating pig’s food. And when he is at his lowest — empty, starving, ashamed — the son realizes he did wrong and decides to go back to his father. And the father, seeing him from a distance, runs to him and welcomes him back with arms wide open.
This story portrays the love of waiting. If you think from the father's perspective, how would the father feel when the son demands for the inheritance, and walks away from the family just to chase his own pleasure? (It's good to know that the son had to wait for his father's death to receive the inheritance. And here the son is demanding it to straight to the father's face.)
I can’t imagine how I would even keep myself from being destroyed by anger and betrayal if I were the father. I would probably wish to be on a deathbed.
Detail image of Flower of Waiting, 2025
But the father waited. He waited for her son to return home. And this wasn’t a passive kind of waiting. It was eager. It was active. It was full of longing.
I believe that in the time of waiting — where only groaning can be heard, where no one else sees or understands the depth of the struggle — that is where the son returned.
So maybe the flower was able to bloom because someone chose to hope while they waited.
Hope for restoration. Hope for healing. Hope for redemption.
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If you see yourself in the father, I wish you don’t lose hope. Your flower will bloom — because you waited. But wait with hope. Hope in the One who waits for us — just like the father in the story of the Prodigal Son.
This is how God showed his love among us: He sent his one and only Son into the world that we might live through him. This is love: not that we loved God, but that he loved us and sent his Son as an atoning sacrifice for our sins. Dear friends, since God so loved us, we also ought to love one another.
What then shall we say to these things? If God is for us, who can be against us? He who did not spare His own Son, but delivered Him up for us all, how shall He not with Him also freely give us all things? Who shall bring a charge against God’s elect? It is God who justifies. Who is he who condemns? It is Christ who died, and furthermore is also risen, who is even at the right hand of God, who also makes intercession for us. Who shall separate us from the love of Christ? Shall tribulation, or distress, or persecution, or famine, or nakedness, or peril, or sword? As it is written:
“For Your sake we are killed all day long; We are accounted as sheep for the slaughter.”
Yet in all these things we are more than conquerors through Him who loved us. For I am persuaded that neither death nor life, nor angels nor principalities nor powers, nor things present nor things to come, nor height nor depth, nor any other created thing, shall be able to separate us from the love of God which is in Christ Jesus our Lord.
What then shall we say to these things? If God is for us, who can be against us? He who did not spare His own Son, but delivered Him up for us all, how shall He not with Him also freely give us all things? Who shall bring a charge against God’s elect? It is God who justifies. Who is he who condemns? It is Christ who died, and furthermore is also risen, who is even at the right hand of God, who also makes intercession for us. Who shall separate us from the love of Christ? Shall tribulation, or distress, or persecution, or famine, or nakedness, or peril, or sword? As it is written:
“For Your sake we are killed all day long; We are accounted as sheep for the slaughter.”
Yet in all these things we are more than conquerors through Him who loved us. For I am persuaded that neither death nor life, nor angels nor principalities nor powers, nor things present nor things to come, nor height nor depth, nor any other created thing, shall be able to separate us from the love of God which is in Christ Jesus our Lord.
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