Come to think of it, how a flower blooms ever so freely.

It did not plan it, yet it can’t help but bloom!

And soon the world is enthralled

by its fragrance and beauty!

How I wish I could bloom like that.

Bloom naturally,

as God has planned me to.

Without me stressing over it,

without me worrying

if my life

would ever really amount to anything.

As I meditate upon the mystery of a flower,

let this be my guide,

that the work is already complete

even before I have ever begun.

The work was already there,

contained in that little seed.

It only has to be ALLOWED

to grow,

to receive sunshine and rain,

and to BLOOM

to its fullest potential.