Will You Accept My Bouquet?
I have something to offer. You have something to offer. We all have SOME.THING. to offer.
My bouquet is not full of gentleness, empathy, patience, grace, or many others. But I do have one full of support, prayerfulness, gratitude, discernment, passion, conviction, and steadfastness.
I hope as I continue to give my bouquet away that those who possess a bouquet different than mine will kindly offer me bunches and bunches of new flowers. I need them. I long for them and not only I, but those around me. To offer a more gentle, empathetic shoulder to those in need. To extend grace to those unlike me facing various circumstances. To be patient in waiting for a response or change to occur.....
Others may long for a different bouquet from me, but I wonder do they acknowledge the one I am currently offering? Do I acknowledge theirs? Or do I just constantly long for that which they currently have so little of? Do I want the full flower when all they have to offer is a small bud, not yet ready to be pulled up and given away. More water. More time. More maturity. More weathering.
We all have them...the buds, the young flowers, the fields full. Whether it be love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, self-control, leadership, teaching, grace, mercy, service, confidence, compassion, empathy, conviction, steadfastness, encouragement, calmness, and so on. We all possess them in different shapes and sizes. Some have a more bold, plentiful bouquet while others have a softer, more gentle bouquet. Each needed, each beautiful. The question is, are we giving it away? Am I, are you, looking at the bouquet's of others, gladly accepting them or wishing it was a different arrangement, a different dozen.
I am guilty!! I tend to toss out those beautiful bouquets that don't fit my needs, my expectations. I tend to overlook the precious buds longing for the water He has so graciously given me to give others. I tend to shove my bouquet in the faces of others and if it's rejected I walk away wounded. Yet, somehow in the absence of my own grace flower I forgot to look and receive and joyfully display the bouquet they gave me. And like all flowers I face a cycle of dying, growing again, becoming beautiful, facing flaws, dying, growing....
I pray as the years pass that my bouquet becomes a garden full of flowers. I pray I will offer and accept them at just the right time. Until then, I will keep allowing the Gardener to work on me.
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