Wednesday, April 16, 2008

Be a flower!

It was so dark and cold.
She wasn't exactly sure where she was but something did not feel right.
Something made her want to move-to stretch.
A strange yearning deep inside to be free from what held her tight....well
that yearning, it consumed her.

It happened this way.
A tightness, a restlessness and then rest.
One day she realized that it was not so cold.
And in that thawing she realized she was changing.
It was still dark..... so what the difference was-she could not tell for sure.
Oh...and again........... that uncomfortable edgy feeling.
Pushing, stretching and then rest.
There was so much moisture now. She drew it in.
It made her feel so much stronger......firmer.
And just when she was enjoying this new feeling.......oh!.....here we go again!
She pushed and pushed trying to move what was in her way---she needed to be free of the confines.
And then, it happened....................free space!
And light!
It was warm and the breeze danced around her in the most amazing way.
It was lovely to be free!
Soaking in the sun she raised her face to the sky.
It was glorious.
Each day now she was changing.
She used to be weak and gangly but now she was filling out. What exactly she was filling out-
she was not sure--but it was exciting.
And then one day.... she felt that strange sensation again.
That desire to push against what was tying her in. Except this time she felt as if she was almost pushing against herself.
It was unusual and most peculiar.
Dusk was coming and she was so tired--sweet rest always came with the falling of the sun.
She bowed her head and let the dew fall gently on her resting body.
As the sun rose the next morning she lifted her head and stretched.
It was a new sensation.
Almost a popping feeling. Something had given way.
There was more to her somehow.
She looked into the sky with new eyes and smiled softly in joy at the new creation that was her. She was a flower!
With no one else around .....she swayed and waved her thankfulness to her creator.
s.b.
"Walk into the fields and look at the wildflowers. They don't fuss with their appearance-but have you ever seen color and design quite like it? The ten best-dressed men and women in the country look shabby alongside them. If God gives such attention to the wildflowers, most of them never seen, don't you think he'll attend to you, take pride in you, do his best for you?
What I'm trying to do here is get you to relax, not be so preoccupied with getting so you can respond to God's giving.
Luke 12:25-29

8 comments:

Denise said...

Sis, this is so beautiful. You are amazing. Thanks for speaking to my heart. Gods giving, such an awesome gift. I love you, you are such a lovely flower in Gods garden.

luvmy4sons said...

Beautiful. A hearty Amen! Lovely word picture! May we learn to be like the flowers ofthe field!

concerned parent said...

You have a gift for writing; it makes me feel all warm and fuzzy. I cannot wait till my flowers pop up and I can think on this poem.
Yes to be like the flowers of the fields.

Anonymous said...

Catching up 3 posts in one....
a) A woman of talent AND you can cook.
b) For more reasons than one, I as hoping for Aly. She looked fantastic and no doubt she's feel more free and strong than she has in a long while.
c) I loved this last post. It's amazing what you can do with words.

If I didn't know any better, I would say that some of your storm has passed. Is that right? Do I sense a new strength on the horizon?

Mary said...

Sharon,

This is an awesome post. Have you ever considered writing. You do have a talent and the message is clear.

Blessings,
Mary

Denise said...

I never watch the Biggest Loser so not familiar with any of that but I so understand ..... I have struggled all my life with my weight....... and yes I love to see others loose weight.....

And your post is awesome...... You are an artist for the Lord... you paint pictures that we can see.......

hugs

Mary said...

Sharon,

I know exactly what you mean when you say that the Lord sometimes gives you something special to share.

On my blog, I share a bit of this, a bit of that, but there are those profound moments when I write something and know that I did not write it but that it came from God. I also love those moments.

Blessings,
Mary

Anonymous said...

Sharon, that is soooo beautiful!!
Thanks
Deb