I remember when I was small, I had gone outdoors and picked a bouquet of dandelions to give to my Mom - I thought they were so pretty, all golden and bright, and it never entered my mind that these were weeds, and that no one but me considered them to be flowers...and it reminded me of our love.
I ran into the house with them clutched in my hand, they were already beginning to wilt, and held them up for my Mother to see; I was so pleased to have brought her a gift! She knelt down beside me, and took my bouquet, and then she transformed it with her words.... she told me I had brought her a bouquet of sunshine, and then she held one blossom under my chin, and rubbed it against my skin...and told me that some of that sunshine had rubbed off.... the gold color was now part of me!
I ran back outside and through the grass, convinced by my Mother's words, that I was a sunbeam brought down to the earth, to spread golden light where I ran and played. At the end of the day, when I came in for the night, I was given another gift for my heart.... for there on the kitchen table, in the center place of honor, was my bouquet for all to see...I cannot explain the feeling I had, how my heart was filled up with joy.... that my gift had been accepted, no, not just accepted, but treasured.... and somehow I knew that though I'd given the gift, it had been filled with love and given back to me.
I remember the day, when I asked Jesus to help me, to take my life in His hands...I'd made such a mess of it.... and it really was like weeds, that I brought to lay at His feet. My life was so weary, so lonely and down, like a wilted bouquet in a hopeless hand...but all it took was the offering, and He gathered me in..... and transformed my life from that moment.
He spent such time, with gentleness and grace to nurture me with the water of His word.... and taught me that I really wasn't 'weeds' at all, but a flower that now was allowed to grow.... and suddenly I felt like a bouquet of real flowers, with something I had to give.... He’d given me trust and hope in the future...and now that I was ready...He brought me love.
He brought you into my life, He knew it was just right.... and I gave you the bouquet of my heart...and it was accepted, no, it is treasured.... and I am filled with that exquisite joy...to know that each day, it happens again.... I give you my heart again...and each day I think that I've given the gift, it's returned to me filled with your love.
Trish, A precious story of a mother's love, it made me think of my Mom. God called her home but her love remains in my heart. I also enjoyed the way you related it to your relationship with God and in return Him giving you love beyond measure. Love, Rita
