Unbeknown to most New Yorkers is a lavender farm all the way near the tip of Long Island's north fork. Located in East Marion, New York, the 17-acre Lavender by the Bay has been growing lavender on Long Island for more than 15 years. The farm is open seven days a week when the flower is blooming. For a small fee, visitors can spend 30 minutes in the field to take pictures and pick a bunch of fresh lavender for themselves. After her visit to the farm in June, a friend of mine couldn't wait to show off her lavender album.
Julie: Did you see my lavender pictures yet?
Me: Not yet. I will take a look when I get home.
Julie: No, do it now. Give me your ipad!
Me: But, Julie, we're eating.
Knowing that there was no way I could finish the meal without seeing the pictures, I reluctantly put down my bowl of pho.
Julie: My pictures are so much better than the farm's supposedly "professional" ones.
Me: Julie, a little humility won't kill you, you know?
Julie: Huh! Look at these bees and butterflies. They made me run around for hours.
Me: No kidding! I thought you can only spend 30 minutes in the field?
Julie: That's what they said! But who dares to kick me out?
Me (shaking my head): You know, you're just like a butterfly.
Me: You're so much like a butterfly, always cheerfully hopping from one flower to the next.
Julie: Whoa! What a pretty image! What are you then?
Me: I'm the sunray trying to shine on you, giving you light and warmth.
Julie: Not bad! But why "trying"?
Me: 'Cuz a sunray can never really catch a butterfly. The butterfly may appear like it's waiting for the sunray, but as soon as the sunray begins to shine on it, the butterfly would start flying again. And the old sunray has to work very hard to catch up with the youthful butterfly.
Julie: Poor old sunray! Haha... Why doesn't he just give up?
Me: 'Cuz the sun doesn't give up.
Julie: Huh? Who's the sun?
Me: God, of course!
Julie: Ok, Father, preach on!
Me: As the Bible says, "a sun and shield is the Lord God, bestowing all grace and glory" (Ps 84:12). God is like the sun that continuously shines on us, even though we keep on running away like the carefree butterflies.
Julie: Ok, ok, Father Sunray, I got the point. Let's eat!
I smiled as Julie put the ipad away. The pho was already cold, but my heart was just warming up. Outside, the sun was shining brightly.