This morning when I walked outside (hardly morning... about 10:30... Thursdays start a little late) my lawn was looking a little yellow. It's amazing. I'm pretty sure when I went to bed last night there were a couple of dozen of them in my front yard, but this morning there's at least 1,000. Yup, it's that time of year when the dandelions spread across the lawns of America.
I remember going out during recess in grade school and picking dandelions. I know, sounds a little girly, but that's what I'd do. At that time I saw flowers when I saw dandelions.
This morning, when I looked at my lawn, I began to think about how I could aggressively attack this onslaught of grasskillers. Today I saw weeds when I saw Dandelions.
Where one person sees flowers, another sees weeds. When I think about what I offer God with my life, I feel like I'm giving him weeds... but I wonder, does he see flowers??
It reminded me of a song by one of my more favorite bands.
"Dandelions"
by Five Iron Frenzy:
In a field of yellow flowers,
underneath the sun,
bluest eyes that spark with lightning,
boy with shoes undone.
He is young, so full of hope,
reveling in tiny dreams,
filling up, his arms with flowers,
right for giving any queen.
Running to her beaming bright,
while cradling his prize.
A flickering of yellow light,
within his mother's eyes.
She holds them to her heart,
keeping them where they'll be safe,
clasped within her very marrow,
dandelions in a vase.
She sees love,
where anyone else would see weeds.
all hope is found.
Here is everything he needs.
Fathomless your endless mercy,
weight I could not lift.
Where do I fit in this puzzle,
what good are these gifts?
Not a martyr, or a saint,
scarcely can I struggle through.
All that I have ever wanted,
was to give my best to you.
Lord, search my heart,
create in me something clean.
Dandelions
you see flowers in these weeds.
Gently lifting hands to heaven,
softened by the sweetest hush,
a Father sings over his children,
loving them so very much.
More than words could warrant,
deeper than the darkest blue,
more than sacrifice could merit,
Lord, I give my heart to you.
create in me something clean.
Dandelions
you see flowers in these weeds.
Gently lifting hands to heaven,
softened by the sweetest hush,
a Father sings over his children,
loving them so very much.
More than words could warrant,
deeper than the darkest blue,
more than sacrifice could merit,
Lord, I give my heart to you.
2 comments:
I love that song...it almost always makes me cry. I wonder, should we ever feel like we are giving flowers? You can see it as weeds all you want, but so long as your aiming for flowers, that's how he'll see it. Like the woman in Luke 21.
Prayer meeting!
This Saturday at 4:00 at my house
whos invited: any one serious about praying for change in our world for Christ.
We will pray for unity in our Churches
We will be praying for our community-
We will be praying for our Nation- Our Government
We will pray for anything else that comes up
I ask that you spend that Saturday in fasting from food, also considering fasting from music, Tv, Internet, and anything else that may consume your thoughts
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