Did you notice the imperfections in the beautiful flower in bloom? At first glance all I saw was how lovely the white blossom looked. But with closer inspection I could see how some parts of it didn’t appear fully formed. Yet there it was producing beauty for me to you enjoy.
As I think about this blossom, I can’t help me think of you and me. We are each imperfect. But many of us struggle with trying to get everything just right. And if we assume we can not do it right we would rather hide than put those imperfections on display. The striving to do all things and be all things to others enslaves us to their opinions.
When we see others it’s easy to quickly glance at their blooming garden and see only beauty. But when it comes to ourselves we hone in on what’s drooping, browning, or ill-formed. In doing so we fail to see how God uses perfectly imperfect people to display His grace and love to the world. There is freedom in being me. Not the me that I assume the world will accept. But the me who is incomplete, broken, whipped by the winds of life yet still rooted in Him blooming where He has planted me even though I have endured intense seasons of heat and drought. The me that can bloom even after been stripped bare by betrayal and pain. The me that can still showcase His beauty among the weeds of despair.
For he is the one who called you to freedom. Galatians 5:8b (NLT)
P. S. Wouldn’t you know I needed this reminder today. After hitting the publish button, I noticed I had incorrectly spelled freedom. And oh my did that ever send me running for cover in my attempt to pull the post. In my frantic hustling, I heard the gentle whisper of God saying put it back. It’s the perfect illustration of what He is trying to teach me. He knows I’m imperfect but He uses me anyway. So yes I know there is a spelling error in the top photo but it’s my illustrated sermon for today (smile). And to let you know that I do in fact know how to spell freedom I have added a revision of the photo.