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Lavender Fields

July 16, 2011

Imagine expansive fields of wild lavender all neatly uniformed in rows. In the sun there exuberant color is radiant and cheerful. Sweet scent floats through the air, carried by the wind, past our noses, to delightfully tingle the senses and ignite our impulsive, overactive imagination. A flower is a flower, but when it comes to Lavender, the flower is only the beginning, for it is the smell that floats wistfully from those pretty buoyant, blooms that make the Lavender what it is. There's no comparison to it's lackadaisical bliss and peaceful serenity.
Their bushy stalks and dainty, frilly flower stems tussle about-some stand perfectly erect, while others droop and sway to their own tune. Never is a single sprig of Lavender the same. Each one is different, but still as lovely to look at as the last. These Lavender bushes do not stop to think about their appearance. They're not arrogant or conceited because they know they're beautiful. Instead, they are assured and at peace with their design and purpose, which is to be an earthy art form of elegance. After all, they were created that way. What is there to think about when one is already designed to fulfill a purpose that was long ago predestined by God? No second guessing on their part. They just know. It's their natural, untainted, innocent beauty that makes them lovable and delightfully springy.
How graceful and poised they seem, all alone in the fields. Alone, but content. Content and pleased with how they look, knowing full well that the Maker of the Stars is well pleased with their design. They have no wish to be like the Lillie's of the Valley or Queen Ann's Lace or the bright red Poppies that grow aimlessly in untamed fields. There is no comparison to a sprig of Lavender, especially one that is not ashamed of being purple in color or smelling sweet and exotic; not ashamed to be fuzzy, sprightly, easily tousled, or have green leaves; and doesn't even mind being large and full, dreamy and refreshing. They can't help but be the very thing they were created to be, and do the very thing they were created to do.
 They are fully satisfied to be exactly what they are and are not ashamed to ooze from their inner  core, the very exuberance that makes them vibrant and irresistible. They have no fear, only empowerment and security in knowing they are pleasing to God and bring amazement and tranquility to those looking for inspiration, rest, and tranquility. 
It's as if these wispy sprigs of Lavender know exactly how to exhaust the name of their Creator. It's as if, with every bow they make, every twist they take, and the springy fragrance they release, they are shouting to the mountains a song of humility, grace and praise:
"I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made. Wonderful are your works; my soul knows it very well. My frame was not hidden from you, when I was being made in secret, intricately woven in the depths of the earth. Your eyes saw my unformed substance; in your book were written, every one of them, the days that were formed for me, when as yet there was none of them" (Psalm 139:14-16).
Were these Lavender bushes mortal, in the sense that they were human, these praises would be muted by the lack of self-appreciation and acceptance. Where has confidence gone? It has slowly dissipated with the new-age of thinking-that everyone should be thin, unequally matched in beauty and have the visage of flawless perfection. If you're anything but 'perfect' you have no self-worth. Basically, you were just left over from caverns of God's creativity.
What would have happened had God decided He'd run out of ideas and with whatever was left, He merely jumbled together to create Lavender? Would it be as satisfying to our noses? Or as interestingly and astonishingly gorgeous to our eyes? All that really doesn't seem to matter to them, does it? They have no clue what goes on in the world around them. They're not competing for America's Next Top Model or Ms. America. They're not worried about who will be getting the most attention, or primping to cover up their flaws. They are contented with being themselves. 
God never once threw you together because he lacked the imagination and creativity to make you as unique as the stars in the sky. His caverns are filled to the brim, if not bursting over, with inspiration. If God had no more to give or had He lost the interest to create, then all of man kind would come to an end and babies would cease to be born. If the Lavender have faith in things they cannot see, and can trust with all their stemmed hearts that they were created to perfection by their Holy Father, then so should we.
And this they are certain of-that God looks at our hearts. He looks at our hearts more so than our outer appearance because there, within our soul, is what truly matters; because in out heart, there is where you will find true beauty.

Listening to: Beautiful Soul by Jesse McCartney 
Line Obsession: "Sunnyside is a place of ruin and despair, ruled by an evil bear who smells of strawberries!"-Toy Story 3 (2010)
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2 comments

  1. Beautiful post Emily! I like how you started it off. We are all made different and unique. We focus too much on appearances. Lovely photos. And the new header looks great! :)

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