Dandelions
Last night before I went to sleep I was spending time with the Lord. Typically my nighttime devotions are spent going over my day with the Lord. However, last night I felt led to spend the time in praise. As I lay there praising Him I was struck by how small and even inadequate my praises seemed. I wondered if I should get up and stand or maybe fall to my knees. Was laying there praising Him enough? Tears rolled down my cheeks as I offered words or praise. I, a mere human, was talking to Almighty God. I confessed how inadequate I felt to Him. What words are even close to enough to praise the One who spoke the world into existence? How can you articulate how awestruck you are by the One who parted the Red Sea? Thank you is such a small offering to the One who left Heaven to come to earth to pay the highest price for my sin.
Being
a person who loves words, I lay there composing praise to the best of
my ability. I praised Him with psalms of my own making. As I did this, I
thought of David. “The Man After God’s Own Heart” poured his heart out
to his God in the Psalms. My mini psalms seemed amateurish in
comparison. Then I wondered if I was accidentally plagiarizing David? As
a writer, I certainly know plagiarizing isn’t a good thing. How much
worse would it be to plagiarize the Bible?
I
drifted off to sleep offering praises to God. This morning I awoke and
headed to the Psalms. Still thinking about my offerings of praise from
the night before I found myself feeling almost apologetic for how
inadequate they were. My thoughts were interrupted by another unexpected
image in my mind. In my mind’s eye I saw a scraggly dandelion in a
jelly jar glass. As I write this, it’s December so there aren’t any
dandelions on my counter. Needless to say, this thought took me by
surprise. I paused and pondered the scraggly little dandelion in the
jelly jar and the Lord spoke to my heart. I pictured my children,
clutching a bouquet of dandelions in their tiny hands, their faces
beaming with love and excitement as they offered me their gift in love.
My heart overflowed as in my mind I recalled the many times I accepted
their gift, hugging them tightly and feeling as if my heart might burst
from love. Tears rolled down my cheeks as the Lord spoke to my heart and
assured me that my “dandelions” were precious to Him.
What could I do at that moment? I simply raised my hands and extended more dandelions to Him.
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