dandelion

Walking in the fields, a dandelion is found. Simple, unadorned, yet beautiful in its design. She was not expecting to be chosen, not expecting to be seen. This is such a wide field, so much tall grass, so many other beautiful wild flowers of color and creative expression. But He saw her. And He delighted in His picking.

"Look at this!" He exclaimed, as He gently plucked her up from where she had always been. "This one... she is special. So unordinary. Yes, I made her extraordinary! No other wild flower can be so easily blown, or could grow and flourish in so many unique and different places; places of obscurity, places of barrenness. She brings wonder to the small, amused child & lets the busy, tired mother remember the hope of a wish. She calls out to the passerby and welcomes him to playfulness and innocence. Her seeds will plant many others like her. Her purpose may seem overlooked and thought to be in vain, but I made her for Myself. And I love what I have made!"

And with His loving words, He let out a breath of fresh wind, and she was scattered. She flew with the Wild Wind, laughing and free. Many of the other flowers did not understand. Some felt pity, some sadness. Some felt jealous, some were angry. And then there were some who cried for joy. They knew the beauty of such a purpose-- to be given so that others may live, to die so that others may see true life. They rejoiced with Him who was well pleased with His creation.

For all things are made beautiful in His time.