Something Beautiful, Jars of Clay
I know a story about dandelions.
When my brother was about four or five years old, he proudly set about collecting a bouquet of dandelions for Mom. I wasn't witness to this, but rumor has it that when he told his friend that he was collecting a bouquet for his Mom, his friend told him: they're just weeds, you know.
I can imagine that he went on collecting those dandelions, choking back tears, gathering them into the intended bouquet despite the crushing news that they were just weeds. I have it on good authority that he presented Mom with the bouquet and through a cascade of tears, choked the words: Brandon ... says ... they're ... just ... WEEDS!! Mom was noticeably touched by his gift, understanding that the little boy who plucked and gathered those dandelions did so as an offering of love from a full heart.
Just: such a tiny, powerful word. That word just has been rolling around my insides, bumping up against my interior walls with no small amount of force.
Doesn't it seem just a little bit preposterous to claim that I have anything unique to offer the world? Maybe it seems a little far-fetched to hope that I might leave some spot on this earth better than I found it. No sooner do I permit the thought that my life just might serve to improve someone else's that doubt begins its stealthy approach. Especially as I sit in this season of stillness and quiet.
After all, I am just another single woman. Just another person who has experienced her share of body issues. Just another Christian. Just a blogger. Just another yet-to-be-published writer.
These designations make me sound normal, common even. But if I've learned anything over the last several months, it's this: don't underestimate what a handful of weeds might become in the hands of someone who deeply loves the one who offers them.
I've trusted it for others and if I might be so bold, now I must have faith for myself: that this heart offered back to its Creator might metamorphose from something normal into something altogether beautiful.