"What were the things that romanced your heart as a girl? Was it horses in a field? Was it the fragrance of the air after a summer rain?...Those were all whispers from your Lover, notes sent to awaken your heart's longings. And as we journey into a true intimacy with God as women, he often brings those things back into our lives to remind us he was there, to heal and restore things that were lost or stolen."
flowers.
childhood.
my reminder.
specific flowers from when i was younger:

childhood.
my reminder.
specific flowers from when i was younger:
hydrangeas gardenias
tulips daffodils
four o'clocks azaleas
rhodendrens
four o'clocks azaleas
rhodendrens
They were all there when I was younger. And God is bringing them back to me now. Memories flood back into my head when I remember the flowers. Most of them are happy ones, but they are memories of life. I have been seeing hydrangeas the most. Everywhere. Blue, like the ones at my first house, pink and purple. And different shades of those colors. I have seen some in solitary and a hill full of them. The one thing that remains constant is their beauty. The smile or awe sensation that my body gets at their sight. And the increased happiness and awe when I realized they were from Him. His perfect gift to me. The quote is from Captivating by John and Stasi Eldredge. Its been an excellent read and insight into my heart, that of a woman. The hydrangeas started appearing less than a week after I read that quote. Or maybe by willingness to see is what began.
"God delights in revealing himself to those who will seek him with all their hearts."
"I tell you the truth, anyone who will not receive the kingdom of God like a little child will never enter it." Mark 10:15
"The king is enthralled by your beauty; honor Him, for He is your Lord." Psalm 45:11
"I tell you the truth, anyone who will not receive the kingdom of God like a little child will never enter it." Mark 10:15
"The king is enthralled by your beauty; honor Him, for He is your Lord." Psalm 45:11

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