About a month ago while I was praying, I felt like God was showing me the image of flowers growing out of the tips of my fingers as I held my hands out, palms up, while praying. I remember thinking how beautiful it was, drawing it out in my prayer journal, & walking away, unable to shake the image. That Sunday, as I we stood by the altar with our arms raised high in worship singing “let it rain”, I felt so amazed because I thought that was the grande finale of what God would show me with the whole ‘flowers growing from my finger tips’ vision. & that was good enough, as He showed me the physical connection of lifting my hands in total surrender to Him & the flourishing occurring within me directly coinciding with choosing to give Him all I can even when I may not feel like it. But that was only phase one of what He would begin to show me through out the past month.
Another Sunday night following, the lead pastor at our church stood in front & spoke of how God speaks to him by showing him words, the last one having been as he was in the sanctuary & saw the word “flourish” or “flourishing”.
& ever since, there have been many other little ways God continues to bring this vision more dimension, & the whole reason I’m writing this is because tonight hit home when I came to 1 Corinthians 15:35-58, where Paul explains how our heavenly bodies will differ from our earthly bodies. But as I read it, God connected the image & feeling of those flowers growing out of my fingers once more.
“When you put a seed in the ground, it doesn’t grow into a plant unless it dies first.”
—1 Corinthians 15:36
“…then God gives it the new body He wants it to have.”
& here is where I’m at, love.
Have you died yet, so He can resurrect you? Have you surrendered yet so you can flourish?
Because this. This thing we are experiencing together. This thing where we all come to church to worship before we worship, to pray & dance & wave our flags high. This place where pride cannot exist.
This is a flourishing.
We are becoming. Surrendering. We are not waiting for a sign. We are wholly trusting, running with reckless abandon to the feet of Jesus. We are giving God our first crops.
& He is resurrecting us & this is the beginning. The flourishing has begun. The flowers are growing & we can feel it in the tips of our fingers raised high in worship to our King Jesus.
Have you died yet so you can flourish?
“Our bodies are buried in brokenness, but they will be RAISED IN GLORY… buried in weakness, but they will be RAISED IN STRENGTH… buried as natural human bodies, RAISED AS SPIRITUAL BODIES.”
—1 Corinthians 15:43-44
Dying is the hard part as Satan tries to convince you that you are giving up so much. But once you die to yourself, you’ll see how much you gain.
Death, where is your sting! Death, where is your victory!
We are positioned exactly where God wants us & we are flourishing because we are dying.
He is growing in me because I am not afraid to die so He can live.
This is a flourishing.
“My beloved spoke to me & said to me,
“Arise, my darling,
my beautiful one, come with me.
See! The winter is past;
the rains are over & gone.
Flowers appear on the earth;
the season of singing has come,…”
Song of Songs 2:10-12
It’s your turn, love. Break the silence. Spill your guts.