Dandelions: You See Flowers in These Weeds

Psalm 51:10

Create in me a pure heart Oh God, and renew a right spirit within me.

I don’t know about you, but sometimes I feel as though I have very little to offer God.  Particularly so during this season of Lent, where I am deliberately giving of myself in order to connect with Him on a deeper level.  Sometimes I find myself wondering “what do I really have to give?” in the span of an Omnipotent, Omniscient, and Omnipresent God.  

I remember a song from my teenager years by a (then up and coming) horn band called Five Iron Frenzy.  Their songs had some unexpectedly meaningful lyrics.  

One song in particular reminds me that no matter what I have to give Him, it is in the act of giving that God is glorified, rather than in what is being given.  God has the ability to see beautiful flowers even in the weeds that we give Him. 

He has the ability to see past our sinful hearts and our brokenness and find something beautiful.

As you seek to draw closer to Him, may this song bring you some encouragement in knowing that not only is He seeing something beautiful inside you, but He is also creating something beautiful within you.  The words to this song speak more than I could try to explain, so with that said, take some time to meditate upon their meaning. 

In a field of yellow flowers,
underneath the sun,
bluest eyes that spark with lightning,
boy with shoes undone.

He is young,
so full of hope,
reveling in tiny dreams,
filling up his arms with flowers,
right for giving any queen.

Running to her beaming bright,
while cradling his prize.
A flickering of yellow light,
within his mother's eyes.

She holds them to her heart,
keeping them where they'll be safe,
clasped within her very marrow,
dandelions in a vase.

She sees love, where
anyone else would see weeds.
All hope is found.
Here is everything he needs.

Fathomless your endless mercy,
weight I could not lift.
Where do I fit in this puzzle,
what good are these gifts?
Not a martyr or a saint,
scarcely can I struggle through.
All that I have ever wanted
was to give my best to you.

Lord, search my heart,
create in me something clean.
Dandelions
you see flowers in these weeds.

Gently lifting hands to heaven,
softened by the sweetest hush,
a Father sings over his children,
loving them so very much.

More than words could warrant,
deeper than the darkest blue,
more than sacrifice could merit,
Lord, I give my heart to you.