Encouragement for a Dandelion

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Of all the flowers in the world God could’ve chosen me to be, He made me a dandelion.

Nobody looks twice at a dandelion when there is a garden full of beautiful flowers to stare at, smell, and appreciate.

Giving no more thought to me than to notice my inappropriateness of place.

I am not:  romantic as a rose; exotic as an orchid; delicate as an African violet or fragile as a paperwhite.

Many flowers I have wished to be, so that others might take notice of me.

Many nights have I spent cursing and  itter that I was not given the beauty of a real flower.

Many nights have I cried that nobody spent time hovering and fussing over me to grow me into graceful, elegant, floral, maturity.

I was bemoaning such things one evening when a voice from above spoke to me something quite simple, quite logical, but very profound indeed.

One little question.

When was the last time you saw a rose grow out a crack in the sidewalk?

(March 30, 2002)

 

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