The Lily That Waited
✍️ Riaan M. Odendaal
A lily does not rush.
It waits for the season written into its stem.
When it finally opens, it does not announce itself with noise,
but with quiet certainty — a single bloom
reminding us that beauty does not need permission.
Some blessings in life come in this way.
Not forced, not demanded, not hurried.
But received — at the right time,
as if they had been waiting for you all along.
Perhaps the secret is not to chase every flower,
but to stand still long enough for the lily meant for you
to find its way into your hands.
