Everyone seems to love roses – soft delicate beauty and a universal gift of love!
But bluebells seem to be more of an acquired taste…wild, often hidden away in forests, with a short flowering season.
I was discontent with who I was, and asking God to help me be more like someone else. She was a classic beauty, appeared to chat easily with everyone and had many friends. I’m a little awkward, I struggle with small talk and I have a small circle of friends.
I was praying (admittedly it was more like grumbling!) about this issue and walking in a forest when i stumbled upon a pretty bluebell. God used it to speak to me – there it was being all it was made to be, beautiful and content to bloom where God had placed it. It seemed unconcerned about roses or that it was hidden in a glint forest. It was a fabulous bluey-purple and and several pretty bell-shaped flowers This spoke powerfully to my wearied soul, worn out from trying to be something i’m not! And as i climbed up a small hill, off the beaten path, I was encouraged into self acceptance by a God who had not made me wrongly. Then astonishingly, on the other side of the hill was a forest carpet of bluebells. I just laughed at the joy, beauty and wonder of it all – knowing God loves me and made me. So I will content myself in being the best version of the bluebell that he designed me to be!
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