I took this picture because for me it brought a smile to my face as I so related to it.
It seemed to represent so many struggles in my life as a person, a Christian, and a parent.
Which am I?
The perfectly mowed, manicured, conformist; or the imperfect, wild, non-conformist?
As a Christian do you have to be one or the other, or can you truly be both?
I laughed as I walked...
Asking God his thoughts.
I think he laughed harder.
He knows my heart.
I couldn't pretend to be the mowed side of that divide even if I tried!
He knows that while I'm totally unequivocally irrepressibly and insanely devoted to Him, I'm still a human child sometimes walking the wild side of life.
Even as it's thundering outside back home as I type this, God giggles knowing that while others may scoff at a storm, I savor it....
Sometimes I feel like the flowers you can't see. The ones that were mowed over because of someone's idea that grass all one length looks better, is more acceptable.
Is it?
I don't know.
But I do know that as I walked around that path, the mowed side never changed.
It seemed stagnant, never-changing.
In places, burned out from having been chopped by the blade too severely!
But the wild side did change.
It moved, it flowed, it had wildflowers that while still weeds, were beautiful.
When we take a legalistic approach to our Christianity, thinking someone can't be as good a Christian as us because they live their life a bit differently, on the wild side we would say; we lose sight of the freedom that very Christianity is supposed to bring.
For me that means not the freedom to purposely sin, but the freedom to be who God made me to be...
A wild, wacky, worshipful, weed-filled, wonderful woman!
Who could perhaps learn to walk a wee bit closer to the divide...
(quit laughing God!)
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By Michelle M. Guppy
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