I am late night shopping, and almost the only car in the empty lot. The air is full of summer night sounds; grasshoppers, crickets and firecrackers. The spray of lights brighten the sky in the distance reaching into the atmosphere despite laws and crackdowns.
And we forget why we rebel and risk injury to celebrate this way.
My car turns from the lot onto the deserted frontage road. And there they are, defying concrete and traffic and anything else that comes against them. Illuminated by the streetlight I find God’s decoration against a darkening sky. But they have not forgotten why they risk injury and rebel against concrete and fumes. They reach to Him to tell of His glory.
Delicate lace somehow defies rubber tires and cement just to remind me that He is faithful.
Though my heart be tender, and my strength seem frail, may I determine to break through” tough as bricks” life and reveal His beauty and faithfulness. This is my prayer.
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Amen.
Oh, I join you in this desire, that my “tough as bricks” life would be conquered, too, by the delicate lace reminder of His faithfulness to grow all things.
Beautiful thoughts on a summer’s eve.
Let’s break through the concrete together…
Oh, my, Kim! Wow! To break through the concrete in life with this much beauty. I want that!
me too…and to stay tender in the process! 😉
What’s that great line from Jurassic Park, as spoken by Jeff Goldblum? “Life will find a way.”
I’ve always been a little aggravated by the word “weed”, when all it means is life where somebody thinks it doesn’t belong. Just like in our lives, we try to steer things to the way WE think they should belong. But I’ve gotten a tiny bit of revenge on that nasty word. Our “flower garden” in front of our house, often complimented by our neighbors, is in reality “weed” flowers with a few “weed” trees. 😀
God and life always finds a way.
I want the strength and beauty to break through all the hard places of life. And what a beautiful picture! You captured it perfectly. Blessings to you!
Really like the photo and the way it is in contrast…. just as life so often is.
Kimberley–I will never look at Queen Anne’s lace in the same way again. So glad you were faithful to stop and catch what caught your eye (and your spirit.)
Finding life growing in unexpected places reminds me we are stronger than we realize.
A concrete rebellion? I love this. Beauty breaking through.
I need a concrete rebellion in my heart about now…
The “flowers” pushing through the concrete reminds me that “all is vanity.” We (mankind) can be so proud of our accomplishments. Still, look what a blade of grass can do. It can poke right up through concrete. http://wahiduddin.net/words/vanity.htm
It’s amazing what a tender little blade of grass can do.
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