I'm a Dandelion

     

     Dandelions have held such a beautiful meaning to me since I was 13. I was at one of my very first Bible studies in the class my dad taught. He was the youth pastor of our small church and I was excited to finally be involved in the activities I had been witness to for so long. I tried my best to fit in with the others, but there was quite a big age gap between myself and the established pack. A song quietly played in the background and amongst the teen chatter, my ear caught the faint words. I had a hard time processing them above the noise so I made a mental note of any words I could remember. When I got home I typed them into a Yahoo search and there it was, in it's entirety. As I read the words I began to sob.

      I so often felt like weeds among flowers. I was too short and too chubby and too blonde in the mental yet very physical sense. I played flute in the marching band and had only 2 close friends who also played the flute. I was a geek of geeks and I didn't understand why, even in this crowd, I constantly felt like an outsider. This song was a revelation to me. God saw flowers in these weeds. I was a dandelion. To some, it was fun to huff and puff and scatter me to the wind. But to God, I was a flower to be cherished. He sees the beauty in who I am. He loves me and accepts me. I seek after Him and He  rejoices in my faith in Him.

      I then realized I didn't need to fit in or be accepted. I was and am loved by a wonderful God who sees His beautiful creation. He didn't want me to fit in because He made me to stand out. And in this field of flowers, I don't mind being a dandelion. Sowing seeds in people's lives is so much easier as a dandelion. God gently blows me in the direction of someone who needs Him, and I easily float over and plant the seed. I know God is happy with me. I am not perfect and often get caught in the wind and pulled away from the direction God intended, but He always brings me back to the place He needs me.

Dandelions By Five Iron Frenzy

In a field of wild 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 see loves, 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 merrit, Lord, I give my heart to you.