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.










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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