Sometimes I wish I could be a wildflower.
They are freedom to me.
Thinking of me as a child I was so much like a wildflower.
Being the baby of the family I did whatever I wanted. I was free from stress, soaked up the sun all day long, and played to my heart's content.
I love watching wildflowers sway in the wind.
This is corny, but I love watching wildflowers sway in the wind because it makes my soul feel free.
There is a poison that I sometimes fight.
It's like the winter frost that freezes over flowers when Spring comes too early, killing the natural beauty and freedom of my soul.
This battle, I know, is one that many fight.
It is laced with lies and sprinkled with truth.
Along with all woman I am bombarded with the world's perception of perfection.
It really hit me my Freshman year of college.
As Winter gradually buried Rexburg, my weaknesses, compared to this perfection, gradually buried my soul.
There was so much I needed to learn about God. Most especially about love. True Love.
So the Lord sent really patient and loving people into my life:
My amazing Mother
My brother
Adriana
Kurt
Blaine and Ladd Family
Mckay and Lindsey Family
These are just a handful of the people who have shown me what true charity is.
These people have pointed me to the source of love, encouraged me to have hope, and strengthened me through the light that they emit by being true disciples of Jesus Christ. When I am around these people my soul feels as free as wildflowers swaying in the wind. The beauty that is inside of me is set free around these people and I actually feel beautiful, inside and out.
The same being who created beautiful wildflowers, created me. I am his daughter along with all other women. God sees beauty in me and loves me for all that I am and all that I am trying to become.
"...for the Lord seeth not as man seeth; for man looketh on the outward appearance, but the Lord looketh on the heart." - Samuel 16:7
It is what is inside that is most important. The beauty from within is what shines out.
I watched "The Rise of the Guardians" with my brother last night. It was a great movie.
At a crucial time in the rise of the guardians, Santa asks Jack Frost, "What is your center?" Santa illustrates what his center is through stacking wooden Santa's (don't know what they are actually called). It almost felt like Santa was asking me the same question. "What is your center?"
Today, while I accompanied my brother to Walmart, we talked about the movie and how we both stayed up last night thinking about this question. Jokingly we both declared "I don't know!" But like Jack Frost we will figure out what our center's are. We will figure out why we were sent here to earth at this particular time.
The Gospel is true. We are God's children.
"I pray thee, O God, that I may be beautiful within." - Socrates
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