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TITLE: To Run in Fields of Flowers By Darlene Suter 07/26/07 |
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Golden sunlight dripping from tips of prairie’s wheat
The smell of summer basking on the edges of the ocean’s lapping waves
The moonlight caressing an autumn tree surrendered of its leaves
And oh to run in fields of flowers once again
Childhood dreams of fairytales and treasured deserted islands
The first- time awe of rushing waterfalls cascading over smoothed rocks
The smell of autumn leaves raked into piles of cushioned fun
And oh to run in fields of flowers once again
Hearing words of adoration spoken from a loved one’s lips
The reassuring smile of a friend in desperate times
The small grasp of a tiny hand clinging to a finger
And oh to run in fields of flowers once again
Soft, velvet snowflakes falling on an expectant tongue
The warmth of a kindling fire on frosty days and bitter cold nights
The twinkle in a child’s eyes of Christmas wonders
And oh to run in fields of flowers once again
Oh to run in fields of flowers again like a child with great abandonment and courage.
A life surrendered to God with trust of a
gracious Savior is like running in fields of
flowers. The joy we first remember as children
we did not first add up the disappointments or
the possibilities of failure before running in
fields of flowers. Do you remember the wind in
your face as you ran and the smell of violets or
dandelions as you breathed in the fresh summer
air? Life was simple then and the cares of the
world did note burden you low giving way to
doubt and stress. In glimpses we see the Lord
beckoning us to run wild and free in fields of
flowers with only His yoke placed upon our
shoulders. I can see Him now in the middle of
the field, like a great Shepherd, watching his
sheep grazing in green pastures and encouraging
us. “Children – dear children – Run!”
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