The rest is still unwritten

Phrontifugic Minutes of Life Part 14: Aromatherapy

I don’t think I’ve ever dreaded a Friday in my entire life until now. Calc test tomorrow. Considering that I have straight up failed my quiz yesterday and today, it pretty much looks like Doomsday.

Yesterday my mom made me go outside to cut a Gardenia off of the bush. Ever since I was little, I would pester her with the same question, “MOM. When are the Gardenias going to bloom? I want to give some to my teachers so they will give me good grades.” 

“In a couple of days, Jess. Gardenias always bloom in late May.”

“But I just checked. The bushes are bare without a single bud.”

“Just wait.”

And every year, I was reminded that all things had its timing. Within the last 2 weeks of May, the bushes would be lush and our house fragrant with flowers.

So what was this late bloomer doing in the end of July, so silly on the barren bush?

“For you” God told me, “Her name is Bearing the Cost.”

I just went downstairs to drink some water. In the dark kitchen, the little flower smiled at me; a miserable and stressed girl who can’t seem to bear calculus.. or any pain at all. Breathing in her long forgotten scent, I was reminded that nothing should come between my Love and my heart.

Yes God, You are still good. And I will continue to go down this path even though it feels like my foot keeps slipping. You, who showed grace upon this little flower, allowing her to bloom even though it was delayed, will show even more grace and favor upon us, your children, sparing us from all the Doomsdays we mark for ourselves.

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My phone just sounded, and I picked up my calculator to respond, for the third time today. Don’t be surprised if I start texting random equations to you….or better yet, please send all future text messages to my calculator. Har har har. Okay, no more blogging, back to studying. Words just make so much more sense than numbers.