I see a large field of wildflowers covering a green plain. They dance recklessly in the wind, alive and free. In one corner of the plain are uniform flowers in a bed. Roses and violets dance as the wildflowers do, but within their confinement. There's something different about these flowers though. They dance without worry - fear of the choking weeds, lack of water, lack of soil - for they have a Gardner who cares for them. Even in the middle of winter they can dance under His protection. The wildflowers see those in the bed and sneer. Who would give up such freedom and joy to live confined in a box? Giving up freedom to be pampered and babied? That's a cowardly way to live. Yet in the midst of winter and storms, they wither and die while those in the bed live on. What does this mean to you? I would love to hear your feedback :)
