Wildflowers

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As wildflowers,

lovingly picked and carefully arranged in Grandmother’s vase,

will no doubt wilt and even stink in a matter of days,

sending me back outside, basket in hand.

An empty basket, of course.

Empty of flowers

but still full.

Full of longing.

A vessel, longing to be a carrier of beauty.

 

~So it is with this life…

This fragile, beautiful life.~

 

My frail, finite mind

will most likely forget today’s joys

before the week is through.

Which is why it is of

…utmost importance…

that my heart be a continuous vessel.

Empty…yet full.

Full of longing.

Longing to be a carrier of beauty.

Of God’s beauty.

His gifts.

He has planted them generously.

Wild and free.

In meadows of His grace.

Mine for the claiming.

 

~Hope

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

So come on, heart!

Let’s get out there!

Discover whatever gifts

God is growing for my life today.

And… oh wait!

I think I’ll grab my basket too.

“Just in case”………

 

“Thou wilt shew me the path of life: in thy presence is fulness of joy; at thy right hand there are pleasures for evermore.”

~Psalm 16:11

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