Wildflowers

So I know the last few posts have been serious, but these are all things I have learned alot from and want to share with people....

I got this at Honeyrock (which also happens to be the best place on Earth) from one of my counselors and really enjoy it.

"I have often wondered about the wildflowers," she said. "It does seem strange that such unnumbered multitudes should bloom in the wild places of the earth where perhaps nobody ever sees them and the goats and the cattle can walk over them and crush them to death. They have so much beauty and sweetness to give, and no one on whom to lavish it, none who will even appreciate it."

The look the Shepherd turned on her was very beautiful. "Nothing My Father and I have made is ever wasted," He said quietly, "and the little wild flowers have a wonderful lesson to teach. The offer themselves so sweetly and confidently and willingly, even if it seems that there is no one to appreciate them. Just as though they sang a joyous little song to themselves, that it is so happy to love, even though one is not loved in return.

I must tell you a great truth, Much-Afraid, which only the few understand. All the fairest beauties in the human soul, its greatest victories, and its nost splendid achievements are always those which no one else knows anything about, or can only dimly quess at. Every inner response of the human heart to Love and every conquest over self-love is a new flower on the tree of Love.

Many a quiet, ordinary, and hidden life, unknown to the world, is a veritable garden in which Love's flowers have come to such a perfection that it is a place of delight where the King of Love Himself walks and rejoices with His friends. Some of my servants have indeed won great visible victories and are rightly loved and reverenced by other men, but always their greatest victories are like the wild flowers, those which no one knows about. Learn this lesson now, down here in the vally, Much-Afraid, and when you get to the steep places of the mountains it will comfort you."

-Hannah Hurnard, Hind's Feet on High Places