She once again closed her eyes to spend some time with her Lord, and found herself in a field of flowers. She seemed to be as a small child, sometimes holding His hand, sometimes dancing around Him, as they walked.
“Look at all these beautiful flowers!” she said to Him.
“They are beautiful, aren’t they?” he responded as He looked at her.
There were so many different kinds and colors, she couldn’t help but laugh in amazement. She began picking some here, and some there, gathering as great a variety as she could manage to hold. When her hands were full, she offered them to Jesus. He smiled as He took them.
In a twinkling of an eye, He took her to the throne room where He handed the flowers to the Father, then, just as quickly, they were back in the field.
“Look at the flowers,” He told her. “Look how they are all growing beautifully for the glory of the Father.”
She looked at them, then grew sad.
“What’s wrong?” He asked her.
“These are growing beautifully, just like You said. But the ones I picked are not growing anymore. I ruined them.”
“No, child,” He said gently. “You didn’t ruin anything. Even the flowers you picked were given to the Father. It’s all for His glory – whether growing or picked.”
He continued. “Be like the flowers. Be the beautiful you He made you to be. Enjoy life, praising and loving Him, relaxing in His care, and sharing your beauty with everyone.’
“That’s easy to do, when I’m in a place as wonderful as this field. But what if someone picks me? What if they take me away from the peace and joy of this field?” She was thinking about all the demands the people in her life place on her.
“Don’t resist them. Give yourself joyfully. And just like those flowers, you, too, will be given to the Father for His glory.”
She thought she understood. At least here, in this place, it made sense. She wasn’t so sure it would feel the same when she put it into practice.
“Will You help me?” she asked Him. “When people make their demands and take me from where I want to be, will You help me remember the flowers?”
He took her hand, and they continued their walk through the field of flowers.
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