Meet The Wildflowers

When I was a little girl, behind my grandmother’s house was a field filled with wildflowers stretching further than my little self could see. I would ask her to tie long ribbons in my hair, and then I’d run through them, arms outstretched, feeling the wind wrap around me. Sometimes, I’d sit right in the middle of them, weaving flower chains, lost in the wonder of it all.

I remember my grandmother telling me beautiful stories as we sat in the field together, a soft smile always on her face. “One day, you will be like these wildflowers-sowing seeds wherever the earth calls you to land and dig in.” I don’t remember the first time she said that to me, but it wasn’t the last. She wasn’t a Christian, but that encouragement will forever be implanted in my mind.

I didn’t fully understand what she meant then, but I do now.

Now, when I come across fields of wildflowers today, I see a beauty beyond words, something I simply cannot describe. They stretch across the earth like a masterpiece painted by a hand far greater than mine-unruly, untamed, yet breathtakingly perfect.

I want to run through them again. To feel that freedom in my bones, the breeze hitting my face, the sun warming my skin. There’s something about the way they grow-scattered, reaching, refusing to remain tucked away or aligned perfectly. They do not worry about being out of place. They do not shrink back to fit a pattern.

They simply bloom.

And I wonder… what if we were meant to live that way too?

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. But God keeps meeting me in the untamed places instead.

He meets me in the restless nights when my heart won’t settle.
In the grief I thought I buried.
In the questions I can’t answer.
In the days that feel tangled and unkempt.

And somehow, He makes something bloom there.

Maybe you’re like me—where you don’t quite fit in, you fumble, you are well aware of your quirks. You try to squeeze yourself into the expectations of others, only to find that you were never meant to fit into their molds. Maybe you feel too different, too scattered, too much or not enough.

But oh, lovely, can I tell you something?

You, my friend, are the wildflower. It’s nice to meet you my fellow bloomer.

You are not meant to be tucked away or forced into perfect rows. You are meant to stand out, to bloom freely, to be exactly as He created you—bold, uncontained, beautifully His.

Wildflowers grow because they are rooted in something deeper than their circumstances. And I think that’s how God grows us too. Not in the pristine, predictable places but in the wild, unexpected fields of life. He plants us in the open spaces, where the wind can stretch us, the rain can nourish us, and the sun can call us upward.

So maybe your faith doesn’t look like a well-kept garden right now. Maybe it feels messy, uncertain, or scattered. But don’t you see? That’s where the most unexpected beauty grows.

God doesn’t need you to be perfect. He doesn’t need your life to be neatly arranged or your prayers to be eloquent. He just needs you to stay rooted. To turn toward Him the way wildflowers turn toward the sun.

And He will grow something beautiful in you.

Even here.
Even now.
Even in the wild places.

Matthew 6:30-33

Love, Sarah xx.

So here’s my question for you today: Have you ever felt like a wildflower in your faith journey? Tell me how God has met you in the wild places.

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