Wildflower Whispers

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          There are some days and weeks that take more out of us than we have to give. They pull and tug and scrape out what little patience and energy we carry within us, to the point of near depletion. We are left slumped on the floors of earth, willing for the sun to rise right again, to radiate and illumine the soreness to hopeful joy once more. With our tired hearts angled towards the windows of the world, we await those healing goldbeams. 

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          And come to us they do, these mysterious healing rays, yet, not always are they seen for what they are. Hope and light and refreshment do not always come in instantly recognizable packages of pomp and gaiety. Often, they are like wildflowers, shy maidens peeking through the bossier blades of grass. They come unannounced. Unexpectedly. They wrap their gentle tendrils around wilting spirits, whispering light and life back into brokenness.

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          A dew diamond can come through a timely wisdom pearl dropped into a tired heart. This week, for me it was -…..bring your heart back and put it beside Our Lord…. by St Francis de Sales, through Nancy Shuman’s beautiful post, Visiting My Dry Garden. In that dewy moment, the Lord had me see I had strayed beyond the pasture gate, taking with me only my will. He gently drew me away from the scratch and tear of worldly busyness. He gently led me to His Word, nestled in the hiddenness of holy seeking.

          Through the weave of a hundred moments lived through this week, I once again saw that life is an ebb and flow of success and failure. Of satisfaction and disappointment. Of blooming and wilting. No pilgrim soul ever escapes that. Yet, for so many of us, with the intensification of wilting, comes a restlessness of seeking that leads out beyond the pasture gate. We stray further and further away from moment-by-moment communion with the Lord. We go on the strength of our own will.

          It’s not always due to willful obstinacy; in my case this week, it was spiritual forgetfulness in the rush to meet deadlines and to get work done. Busyness and distraction are echoes that reverberate in far too many lives, day after dry day, leaving in its wake, a desert of wilting of spirits. 

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          But the God of Mercy is not one to stand by and watch us drift down paths not willed. Even on the busiest highways of life, Heaven erects signposts and rest stops to halt our descent. Strains of an old hymn, loving counsel, a rebuke even. One line in a book of thousands. An accident, an emergency surgery. A tragedy.

          Each call from heaven a wildflower whisper of light and healing, not always seen nor valued in the crowd of grass, yet, parting the blades in our lives, in a gentle reminder to bring our hearts back and put it beside Our Lord.

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8 comments

  1. Beautiful…simply beautiful! My heart flits from bud to bud among the leafy colors of your word garden like a hungry bee.
    Nancy opened the shutters of your winter cloister with the words of St. Francis De Sales, inviting your heart to feast on the rich colors that spring to life “beside the Lord”. Thank you, Nancy.
    The “thousand word” pictures take on the soul your thought video to come alive for us.
    Lifted again…I pray that your gift please The Lord as much as it does me (us).

    God’s Child

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  2. And MY pearl today has been this beautiful post, to which I arrived “slumped on the floors of earth….” Thank you for your words, which are absolute POETRY, and which have been goldbeams to ME on this somewhat “sore” day. I love how God works!!

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  3. Oh my! This is just wonderful and amazing Caitlynne!! The poetry and beauty and truth and encouragement and inspiration and I could go on an on, in your writing is an entire meadow of wildflowers and light! May the “weave of the …moments” be beautiful and rich as your words and gorgeous blossoms and pearls! So grateful for you and Nancy!!! God Bless….

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  4. “There are some days and weeks that take more out of us than we have to give. They pull and tug and scrape out what little patience and energy we carry within us, to the point of near depletion. We are left slumped on the floors of earth, willing for the sun to rise right again, to radiate and illumine the soreness to hopeful joy once more. With our tired hearts angled towards the windows of the world, we await those healing goldbeams. ”

    I could never have expressed this, yet, it is exactly how I feel at the end of this working week.

    Thank you, Caitlynnegrace.
    God bless you
    marie

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