May
14
2013
The Gift Of Weeds
Posted in Worship 4 Comments
There it was.
A beautiful field…a meadow really.
Filled with delicate yellow flowers.
A sight for sore eyes.
Upon closer inspection; however, the beautiful yellow flowers were weeds.
How can something with such a negative connotation be so pretty?
Weeds.
That insidious nuisance that takes over your garden.
The tenacious weeds that pop up out of spite.
Beds, newly mulched, seem to invite the weeds to make an appearance.
They will pop up after a rain…while we are sleeping…after we have already weeded.
There once was a mother of two young children.
She was having one of those overwhelming days.
Too much to do on the inside of the house…just as much to do on the outside.
The outside seemed to beckon…her children could play as she worked.
Maybe she could even play as well…instead of doing what needed to be done.
As she came outside, she looked at the grass that needed mowing.
She saw it.
A field…in her own backyard.
A sea of yellow and purple.
Wild daisies and wild violets.
She walked over to her own private meadow.
Daisies…her favorite flower.
Purple…her favorite color.
Her spirit soared.
The overwhelming weight of the day lifted off her shoulders.
She looked around as if to catch the culprit that planted these beautiful flowers.
No one came forward…no one was outside but her two children and herself.
She decided that she would cut a few wild flowers and bring them inside.
Wild daisies and wild purple violets.
Abandoned Joy!
She decided not to mow that area of her yard.
It is a reminder for her.
See how the lilies of the field grow. They do not labor or spin. Yet I tell you that not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these. If that is how God clothes the grass of the field, which is here today and tomorrow is thrown in the fire, will He not much more clothe you, O you of little faith? So do not worry, saying, “What shall we eat?” or “What shall we drink?” or “What shall we wear?” For the pagans run after all these things, and your Heavenly Father knows that you need them. But seek first His kingdom and His righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well. Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own. (Matthew 6:28-34)
Her private meadow…a gift from God.
To those who cannot really see…it is filled with weeds.
To those who have eyes to see…it is a love letter…a Divine reminder.
You are loved…beyond belief.
You are more special than you realize.
I know just what you need…I know just what will lift your eyes heavenward.
To the world, YOU are a weed…a nuisance to be dealt with.
To Me, you are a meadow of wild daisies and wild violets.
A sea of yellow and purple.
Exquisite, simple beauty…that I created!
She didn’t have to look far to see the “culprit” who planted these beautiful flowers.
Her eyes were already pointed heavenward.
A love letter…written to her…not with words…but with daisies and violets.
A love letter colored yellow and purple.
A private, wild meadow of abandoned joy!
I too have a hard time mowing the pretty ‘weeds’. Sometimes we need to stop and view the simple beauty of God’s nature regardless of whether they are weeds or not. Thanks for the reminder.
Sometimes the ordinary things are the most beautiful!
I needed the reminder, too, Al.
Gina
Thank you Gina. Its beautiful!
Marcie,
You are welcome.
Thank you for the inspiration.
Gina