Wildflowers and weeds seem to go together. I cannot pull out the weeds without damaging the wildflowers. To be honest, when they are little – I can’t tell the difference. My life feels like that – weeds of pain, grief, sorrow, self condemnation mixed with wildflowers of loving family, friends, spirit helper animals. Some days, all I see are the weeds. All I see is what I lost, what I miss.
Today, I am trying to see ONLY the wildflowers – I see the butterfly and I choose to believe my son sent it to me – a sign of love. I choose to let the beauty and the gentle scent of the wildflowers convey GOD’s love to me and my love to HIM.
I pray you all will see many wildflowers.