now, i realize that you will have to scroll down to read all this... but, well, you just will have to. and i also am not a fan of people always putting song lyrics up - cause let's face it, everyone likes a ton of songs and no one really reads them anyways. but i promise, this has a point...

"Dandelions" Five Iron Frenzy

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.

this song gets me everytime i hear it. i don't know - i mean, it is such a great picture of our relationship with God. we love someone so we go outside and grab a bunch of plants in hopes that our mere gift will simply bring a smile to the face of our mother. now, ordinarily these flowers are surrounded by weeds and will enevitably be dirty and probably not the prettiest flower in the world anyways. but it does not matter to our mother, because she knows our heart is only trying to find something pleasing to her. so it is not the bad things that she sees, but the beauty in all we give.

often we struggle with feelings of mediocrity. i am not billy graham, or mother theresa - what have i ever done that God would find joy from me being His child? well, that is just it, He loves me because of who i am in Him. He loves me because i love Him, and before i ever knew to love Him. trying to figure out God's love will only make us spend time on things that we can never fully understand, so, in turn, i can only say to Him, "Lord, take my heart - create in me something clean..." because He truly seeing flowers in our weeds. and more than anything i could do or say to you, you already know me and i give you my heart to change and mold...

thank you...

as always, keepin it real... REAL real...