Spent Blooms

As I was picking off the spent blooms from my flowers, I thought about how it represents God's work in me. In order to continue to get more beautiful blooms, the old dead ones need to be removed. When God picks the old blooms off, it might be a little painful, but, in its place a new beautiful bloom comes. Hmm. Never though my petunias would teach me such a profound lesson.

Here I Am

This is me. Just as I am, flaws and all. I am ready to just be me. No pretenses, masks or cover-ups. God has created me in His image, how can that be wrong? This is my struggle: to trust God explicitly, to accept the things I don't understand and move freely in the life He has given me. I am fearfully and wonderfully made!

I am afraid to let go.... control is not my friend... this is what I must keep reminding myself of.