Dandelions.

"Lord, search my heart,create in me something clean. Dandelions... You see flowers in these weeds."

Sometimes I wonder why God would make people when he knew full well that they would not always live in a way that would make Him happy. Sometimes we fail fairly obviously, other times the "raw materials" of experiences within us could hardly point to us making anything but a bad choice. Sometimes its easier to ignore Him than to face up to our real problems. But pushing God away or not, He is still there.

Today, a reality slapped me in the face.

His love is boundless. It knows no beginning and no end. It knows no conditions. And actually... His grace is more than enough. Wow.

So many times I forget "grace", this undeserved gift that God has given... through ridiculously generous and sacrificial measures, so that essentially, I can make wrong choices and still be exonerated somehow. The very thought is consuming. God made a 'way' for me. At my worst, God shows His best. In my weakness He is still my strength. His love for me doesn't waver with my actions. He is a Father - a good, present, strong father. A father like that would see His child, even at their worst, as the most incredible thing to walk the face of the Earth. He would see this little person as someone who has changed his world for the better, and however much hard work this kid has created for him, however many times the child has disobeyed him... each time has been forgiven before it has even happened. The father is concerned with the child's motive, well before he is concerned about the child's actions. This father sees what the kid was trying to achieve, he doesn't focus on the mistake. He wants a process not a product.

Five Iron Frenzy was one of my favourite bands back in the early 2000's, and today I re-discovered a song called 'Dandelions', which completely describes how amazing our God is. Here are the lyrics. This is how I choose to start my new blog.

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In a field of yellow flowers, underneath the sun,

bluest eyes that spark with lightning, boy with shoes undone.

He is young, so full of hope, reveling in tiny dreams,

filling up his arms with flowers, right for giving any queen.

Running to her beaming bright, while cradling his prize.

A flickering of yellow light, within his mother's eyes.

She holds them to her heart,

keeping them where they'll be safe,

clasped within her very marrow, dandelions in a vase.

She sees love, where anyone else would see weeds.

All hope is found.Here is everything he needs.

Fathomless Your endless mercy,weight I could not lift.

Where do I fit in this puzzle,what good are these gifts?

Not a martyr, or a saint, scarcely can I struggle through.

All that I have ever wanted,was to give my best to You.

Lord, search my heart,create in me something clean.

Dandelions You see flowers in these weeds.

Gently lifting hands to heaven,

softened by the sweetest hush,

a Father sings over his children,

loving them so very much.

More than words could warrant, deeper than the darkest blue,

more than sacrifice could merit,Lord, I give my heart to You.

Lord, search my heart,create in me something clean.

Dandelions You see flowers in these weeds.

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