Brave Little Wildflower

Like the wildflower... I want to be unafraid, unashamed, and uninhibited by others around me

As I turned the corner this morning, to start my walk, there it was. Our first little brave wildflower. It was a very unexpected surprise for many reasons, but a pleasant one nevertheless. It made me smile.

It was my husbands idea to plant wildflowers in our little precisely, manicured flower bed. I told him I had never heard of doing that and to be honest, I didn't really think they would grow there. Wildflowers are called "wild" for a reason. They are meant to grow free in a place where they have plenty of room to spread out and express themselves, "kinda like us kids of the late sixties," not in a restrained flower bed.  But, we decided to go ahead anyway. We planted them away from the porch because we knew they would grow tall and we also planted them on the back row for the same reason. We planted them alongside the other flowers and watered them everyday since the first of March. While all the other flowers had already bloomed, there was no sign of life from the wildflower seeds. Apparently, they grow very, very slow. It seemed to take forever before we saw the first tiny sign of green, pop up. But, we finally did. Here it is the last of April, And this morning...a  beautiful, pink and yellow wildflower boldly showed its face...it decided to just bloom anyway.

I was thinking this morning on my walk about how in our country so many of us grow up in the church. We grow up learning how to act in church, what to say in church, and just how to be "churchy." Many of us don't even really remember when we got saved because we have always been in church. You can almost understand how the Sadducees and Pharisees became who they were. They were always those good little church goers, knowing a lot of scripture and quick to judge others that didn't interpret it like they did.

 I remember the point in my life saying, "Lord, there is just something not right about this church thing." I  mean... go to church on Sunday morning, Sunday night, and Wednesday and some time in between, but I just don't see your fruit in my life...joy, peace, love, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, and self-control.

I definitely want to be more than just a church attender...

Lord Jesus, I don't want to just go to church. I don't want to just talk the talk. I want to passionately pursue you, being your hands and feet in this world.  I don't want only head knowledge. I want to speak and act with a heart following Holy Spirits lead.

Like the wildflower...I want to be unafraid, unashamed, and uninhibited to "stand out" differently than those around me, if I need to be and no matter where I'm planted...I want to "bloom" for you.

I give you my whole heart...

Sammie Jean