Nine beautiful blooms!

All nine, not mine...they belong to Him! 

Each day I wonder what I will write about next?  Until I sit down to be still and get to know my God better.  "All nine, not mine....they belong to Him.  I took all nine pictures, most blooms were found in different places.  Each one, to me, represents a miracle.  The miracle of life!  The miracle of a small seed in dirt and the hand of a living God over it's birth.  The miraculous way the peddles form to create such a unique and marvelous design.  And the fragrance of each bloom is different and distinct, delicious and devine!  They stand in boldness, those blooms, yet are soft, gentle and have a tenderness about them, almost fragile.

I see Jesus' heart, like the blooming flower.  When He was here on earth, He had the boldness of a flower in full bloom; but had the heart of tenderness and the spirit of humility.  "What a friend we have in Jesus, all our sins and griefs to bear, what a privilege to carry everything to Him in prayer."  What a beautiful song, it reminds us how easy it is to go to our Father and cast all our care upon Him!  

He has to remind me every day....Matthew 11:29 "Take My yoke upon you and learn from Me, for I am gentle and lowly in heart, and you will find rest for your souls."  Meet Him in the Garden of Gethsemane -  where the blooms permeate grace!  Where our Lord spent his last hours in prayer!  Only to re-birth the bloom of grace and a heart of the flower filled with mercy!  

His words are like the fragrance of the bloom, where it holds hope in the center of the flower.  His words form meaning and truth.  It is a sweet smell that envelops and heals the heart. The truth sets us free!  What a sweet, abiding smell!  It is healing to know who we really are in Christ, when the world tells us something different.  We are the bride of the living GOD, the bride of the living Christ and we hold the bouquet with all it's wonderful blooms! Our robes of this world have been washed white by the blood of the Lamb!  Revelations 7:14

He urges us to come!  "Let us therefore come boldly to the throne of grace, that we may obtain mercy and find grace to help in time of need!  "Come to the garden alone where the dew is still on the roses, and the voice you hear falling on my ear, the Son of God discloses"

And He walks with me, and He talks with me,

And He tells me I am His own;

And the joy we share as we tarry there,

None other has ever known.

He speaks, and the sound of His voice,

Is so sweet the birds hush their singing,

And the melody that He gave to me

Within my heart is ringing.

I’d stay in the garden with Him

Though the night around me be falling,

But He bids me go; through the voice of woe

His voice to me is calling.