Plants and flowers bring my thoughts to growth. I am reminded that we all are constantly growing. Sometimes we don't give ourselves the time to flourish. We can be impatient with the process. We can criticize ourselves, rejecting our imperfections.
When a seed is planted it doesn't reach its fullest potential overnight. It doesn't look exactly like it will in the future. No one gets upset about it though. We just know it is a process and are excited to help it grow.
At times petals fall, in the midst of pain, storms, or because of natural seasons. This isn't a loss, but a process that will lead to even more growth. Those things which have fallen in us will supply more strength, nutrients for our roots to grow even deeper.
Our Father God doesn't treat us with carelessness, He carefully and tenderly nourishes us. As we grow, He doesn't pull at us or handle us roughly, he is not angrily shaping us, for that would crush us beyond repair. He whispers and gently guides us. There is a lot of patience involved. If there is an area that needs to be pruned, He doesn't rip it off... He intentionally cuts it away with precision and love. Only to make us more beautiful and healthy.
At times I have found myself fighting against this gentle process. I wanted it to be hard. I needed to pay for my misgivings and imperfections, to labor and earn my growth. To carry the burden to make myself worth His love and care.
Just as a plant grows without striving and without fear of failure, just as it is a beautiful process, we are to grow simply by being planted in Him. We are not meant to work for it... we are meant to receive it..
We recieve the nutrients, the care, the pruning. It isn't something we can do ourselves. We bask in the tender love of our Father and see our beauty reflected in His eyes. We know that we are enough from His smile. From the laughter over us.
We are not His tiresome project, or laborious work, we are His delight. He takes pleasure in being with us. The only thing that hurts Him is our own self hatred, our restless striving, and belittling disappointment. Why do we need to prove we are worthy of His attention and affection He already is enraptured by us? He calls us His masterpiece, His Bride, His Delight.