For so long, I thought faith had to look like a well-kept garden. Orderly. Tended. A perfect row of blooms with no weeds in sight. I thought I had to be measured, my prayers structured, my life neat and pruned.
"Consider the lilies of the field, how they toil not, neither spin. But I say unto you, that not even Solomon in all his glory was arrayed such as they are."
Ties right back along with your story to the character of Homer Smith, played by Sidney Potier, in the B&W classic film, "Lilies of the Field". Smith didn't exactly fit anyone's expectations either.
Wonderful thoughts and yes, I've been like the wildflower. I've also been like the dandelion, the lilac and even, at times, the rose... but the thing I hope I never allow myself to be is weed who comes to wipe out all the beauty created by the wildflowers of this world. Wildflowers, like you, who bring joy to my heart and hope to so many who see beyond their fears and tears, to the beautiful in a world scattered with joy and hope, peace and light, the wonder of a God who is more alive in each one of us than we can possibly understand or explain. This is the God who left wildflowers all over, wildflowers who cause us to hear the song of His love. I love, love, love this essay. Please never stop spreading your beauty. God bless you.
Sarah, your garden post were words from God for my heart today. God has moved me from a cold and toxic wasteland that could produce nothing beautiful, to a place where a single flower is starting to push up through the snow and frozen ground to bloom in His presence. His vision for me is to stand with all of his other beautiful flowers that are in full bloom, soaking in his glorious sunshine and warmth, while swaying in the gentle breeze of his breath, singing His praises, and growing strong and beautifully as he designed and indented in His protection and fertile soil.
I shared this with a few friends today that. They were as encouraged as I was. Thank you for blessing me again today, Sarah. I am still struggling to learn how to use this platform, hopefully soon I will figure it out.
Whew, I feel like every post I've read today is along this same, profound line. Having an ordered and lovely life has always been a reality I've strived to achieve, but to no avail. While there are seasons that briefly feel as if we've arrived, something then happens to unhinge us again. Now, in reading words like these, I'm realizing it's not so because it was never meant to be. Perfect. Orderly. Now we can shift our eyes to the true plan, the true Hope, which is chaotically beautiful and deeply rooted in what we don't understand.<3
Oh, Sarah ... you are definitely speaking to a sister wildflower 🌻🌻🌻
Growing up in the country and falling in love with my Lord in that beautiful, wild, and free environment I called home. Yet, I didn't realize I was falling in love or even that I was a wildflower, yet. Lots of life & growing needed to happen. But now when I think back to those days and my life up to now, I see it all so clearly.
My life so lovingly chosen, crafted & tended by the Master Gardener ... my Father God, my Lord Jesus, my One True Love 🥰💖💖💖
Sending wild love to all my sister wildflowers ☀️🌻💞
I don’t believe I’ve ever heard anything quite so unique and, do I dare?, perfect. 😉. What a beautiful message of hope and the love of the Father. Thank you! 🌺
"Consider the lilies of the field, how they toil not, neither spin. But I say unto you, that not even Solomon in all his glory was arrayed such as they are."
Ties right back along with your story to the character of Homer Smith, played by Sidney Potier, in the B&W classic film, "Lilies of the Field". Smith didn't exactly fit anyone's expectations either.
Love that ❤️
Wonderful thoughts and yes, I've been like the wildflower. I've also been like the dandelion, the lilac and even, at times, the rose... but the thing I hope I never allow myself to be is weed who comes to wipe out all the beauty created by the wildflowers of this world. Wildflowers, like you, who bring joy to my heart and hope to so many who see beyond their fears and tears, to the beautiful in a world scattered with joy and hope, peace and light, the wonder of a God who is more alive in each one of us than we can possibly understand or explain. This is the God who left wildflowers all over, wildflowers who cause us to hear the song of His love. I love, love, love this essay. Please never stop spreading your beauty. God bless you.
Aww thank you so much! From one wildflower to another ❤️❤️❤️ bless x
Sarah, your garden post were words from God for my heart today. God has moved me from a cold and toxic wasteland that could produce nothing beautiful, to a place where a single flower is starting to push up through the snow and frozen ground to bloom in His presence. His vision for me is to stand with all of his other beautiful flowers that are in full bloom, soaking in his glorious sunshine and warmth, while swaying in the gentle breeze of his breath, singing His praises, and growing strong and beautifully as he designed and indented in His protection and fertile soil.
Oh, I love everything you just wrote here ❤️❤️❤️
I shared this with a few friends today that. They were as encouraged as I was. Thank you for blessing me again today, Sarah. I am still struggling to learn how to use this platform, hopefully soon I will figure it out.
Aww thank you so much ☺️ it means a lot to me ❤️❤️❤️
Whew, I feel like every post I've read today is along this same, profound line. Having an ordered and lovely life has always been a reality I've strived to achieve, but to no avail. While there are seasons that briefly feel as if we've arrived, something then happens to unhinge us again. Now, in reading words like these, I'm realizing it's not so because it was never meant to be. Perfect. Orderly. Now we can shift our eyes to the true plan, the true Hope, which is chaotically beautiful and deeply rooted in what we don't understand.<3
Yes 🙌 oh my every time I think I’m finally working it out the bottom falls out lol Just do you and bloom lovely 🥰
Oh, Sarah ... you are definitely speaking to a sister wildflower 🌻🌻🌻
Growing up in the country and falling in love with my Lord in that beautiful, wild, and free environment I called home. Yet, I didn't realize I was falling in love or even that I was a wildflower, yet. Lots of life & growing needed to happen. But now when I think back to those days and my life up to now, I see it all so clearly.
My life so lovingly chosen, crafted & tended by the Master Gardener ... my Father God, my Lord Jesus, my One True Love 🥰💖💖💖
Sending wild love to all my sister wildflowers ☀️🌻💞
Oh… you are speaking to my heart ❤️ It’s taken me decades to just… embrace my quirks and bloom freely!
Again, beautiful
Thank you so much ☺️
I don’t believe I’ve ever heard anything quite so unique and, do I dare?, perfect. 😉. What a beautiful message of hope and the love of the Father. Thank you! 🌺
Oh my… thank you so much for blessing me with this encouragement today ❤️🥰🙏
I needed this tonight. Thank you.
That blesses me so much to hear ❤️