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.
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 receive sunshine and rain,
and to BLOOM
to its fullest potential.
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