Undone

At a trees first bloom of the year we are fooled to think that it has surpassed any beauty that it could ever become. The sun begins to peek out from behind winters wall and rays of golden shine down on all that has been grey. A bud is just the beginning of an angelic sequence called flourishing. It is undone. I am undone. His work in me is not yet finished. I am a just a mere bud charming the world with my new found light. I haven't even begun to unfold the many layers of petals the Lord has given me. Bonny petals of grace, wisdom,  faith, and unfailing love. As I sit here this morning, listening to the sounds of the rain running off of the top of the house onto the porch I am reminded of how periods of dark always preface immense growth, health and beauty. I am so hard on myself. I wish I could see life in the way that I write it. Instead I fill my head with false comparisons and self deprecating thoughts. I was delighted to see some delicate, but yet divine spring blossoms surrounding me as I went outside. Then I was reminded that they best is yet to come. Those delicate blossoms would soon thrive into mature healthy flowers. As I am still fresh on the vine of life I know my faith is growing and my beauty has yet to unfold. Oh how reassuring that uniquely romanced message from God was. I know as women we always strive to be the most captivating flower in the bunch, but I learned today that it is an honor just to be a flower. Sweet child of God.

  "…I urge you to live a life worthy of the calling you have received." -Ephesians 4:1