So I am not sure if I ever mentioned about the pink flowers at training camp. If I have forgive me for the quick recap.
One session at worship I was asking God to speak to me, I wanted to hear His voice. I waited and got nothing. Then suddenly I got an overwhelming sent of something floral, I mean like I just walked into the biggest garden in the world. I then also got a vision of giant pink flowers. ( Pink is my least favorite color so I know it was not me making it up) Anyways my flesh and pathetic lack of faith convinced me it was a real flower that must be near by, so I open my eyes and look around. All that was around me was 15 racers covered in bug spray and sweat. (Sorry Jesus, should have believed you the first time.) ANYWAYS. I took it as one month on the race I would see the flower that God shoed me as a sign that it was where I was supposed to be.
Well every month on the race I have seen a giant pink flower of some sort at one point in time. Which has made me smile, as well as reminded me that I am walking the path God wants me on.
Today I was thinking. Thinking about all the things I want God to change my heart in. I wanted Him to transform my heart in certain areas.
I want to be more compassionate, more thankful, more emotional, more obedient, more joyful and more at peace. I want to be more like Jesus.
So I decided to whip out my journal and write them down. I dump out my bag of colored pencils and markers and pick out reds and pinks. As I started I was thinking how it was weird because I don’t like pink, but continued on. I write everything out, and of course had to decorate the page in some way. I start to doodle a scribble like thing in the corner and before I could finish thinking “what are you making” God showed me that it was like the pink flower He showed me at training camp. I paused for a second to think that is weird…
” God I thought you showed me this when you wanted to tell me I was where you wanted me to be?”
“Ahh, but you are right where I want you, you are desiring to be more like me…”
How has it taken me 9 months to get to this point? God knew back at training camp that the pink flower was not something that I would spy out on the street walking to ministry…
…He knew the pink flower had to blossom out of my own heart.
Thanks Jesus.
