A few weeks ago, my dear teammate had a vision about me. The Lord showed her me in a field, picking wildflowers (i love flowers y’all).
She pulled me aside and we talked for what felt like hours about why she was given this vision.
I was in this field, picking these flowers and I was ripping these flowers out.. root and all. The dirt was hitting me in the face as I pulled and pulled on these flowers. Usually people cut the flowers at the stem. If you want to put them in a vase, you want to make sure the stems are freshly cut.
The thing that sucks about cutting flowers, is that they will die. They don’t last long. A few days.. tops. And here I was ripping these flowers out of the ground, getting dirty, just so that these flowers would last.
Even though they weren’t as “pretty”, I didn’t care. I wanted these suckers to last. I had the opportunity to up root these flowers and plant them some where else and they would make it. They wouldn’t just die a few days later.
As my teammate and I discussed what she had seen, we had come to the conclusion (through the Holy Spirit) that this vision was about my testimony. This vision was about vulnerability.
I have learned lots about vulnerability through out the past months and the thing is we have the power to control how much we share. We can be convicted on how much of our testimony we share, but we have the power to decide what we end up sharing.
I knew that my life is like these flowers. I could cut the stems off and make my testimony all pretty. I could put those flowers into a vase and you would be like wow. Those are great flowers! Or I could rip those flowers out of the dirt. My hands covered in dirt and grime, forehead dripping in sweat and hand you something that will last. It is whole. No missing pieces. It’s messy and you don’t really know if someone will accept it.
But the thing is, the pretty flowers will die and that person might have been thankful that you shared their beauty with them, but did it make an impression on them?
If we share ourselves with people, the real stuff. The things that we think others shouldn’t EVER know. That’s when beauty happens. We start to realize that our struggles and the things that bring us so much shame start to bring freedom to other peoples lives. We bring things into light and he is light. He makes these things beautiful and for his good.
It’s dirty. It’s real. It lasts.
1 John 1:7
