As I was driving today, I was struck by a beautiful array of wildflowers painting the ditch. There was one particular stretch that overflowed with the most lively bunch of flowers of just about every color.
It made me think about the name we give these scenic wonders...wildflowers. I guess they are wild. They are growing in a place where they were not planted or tended by man. They often grow in harsh conditions without supervision or control. They sprout up boldly and are taken care of by the father above to bless us during a mundane drive.
How often do we try to tame wildflowers? How often do we cut them down, trim them or try to move them and end up killing them? They may be someone we love. The wildflower could be a part of us that we keep from emerging from an unlikely place. A true wildflower seems dangerous to us, but magnificent to God. He has it under control. He doesn't want us living lives of fear where we never express who we are. No, he wants us to live a life abandoned. He will show the world that it's not crazy to let something grow where "it's not supposed to". We aren't supposed to try to be just like everyone else. If we were, what would be the point of making more than one human?
So, when people say you're crazy for whatever it is that you just know in your heart is what God wants and is pleasing to him, just keep focused and press through that hard ground. Soon, you'll be the wildflower that makes them smile.
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