Lost for Words

It isn’t often I am lost for words, but these last few weeks have made me speechless, confused and hurt, to the point that words wouldn’t flow, not even via pen writing to express the lows. So I drew, I sat with pen and paper in hand and started sketching flowers and leaves. For some reason, drawing plants makes me feel so much closer to He who penned me.

Over the last few weeks I have experienced joy, excitement, ill health, worry, loss, sadness, and laughter. A new job, a fresh start—I felt like a blossoming came my way, but then the petals began to wilt. So much happened in such a short time. Spring, summer, autumn, and winter came and went in the blink of an eye.

I look back upon the image I drew; the flowers are standing so strong. The Daisy and Lilly with a posture so tall, I can feel the colour bouncing off of them as they continue to grow. Yet look in front, a tulip I see, one who has faced drought and a wilting; it’s so clear to see. Look at the leaf; it’s still hanging low, and the head of the flower is not standing tall.

I found myself thinking how I’d love to be that Lilly, with a posture so bright, but right now I know I’m that tulip, wondering when all will feel light.

Then it dawned on me, what I needed to do. It was to turn my eyes upon Jesus and allow Him to see me through. It says in His word how he clothed the flowers in such beauty and cared for them so deeply, flowers that are here today and tomorrow no more, so how much more He must care for you and for me.

It’s hard to remember when the drought comes our way, the wilting begins, what a great Father He is, how He has us fully embraced and provides for all our needs. As the days go on, although pain I still feel, my head is standing taller as I find myself rooted in good soil.

If you find yourself wilting, feeling heavy, or not bright, remember how He clothes you, loves you, and always holds you tight.