My Father took my hand as I felt the

weight of responsibility mount up. The many hearts in need who called for my help and the short hours in a day to serve them well was overwhelming. Each valuable to Him…and to me.

I could feel the swell of tears rising as I tried desperately to meet the necessary expectations.

“Let’s go on an adventure…”

Remember in the beginning the weight was there, but different?

“Yes, Lord.”

He continued:

To whom much is given much is also required.

You’re feeling the weight of the increase that you’ve prayed for.

But let’s walk and talk awhile.

As we neared a field of daisies, He reminded me of His never-ending love. There are no “He loves me nots” with Jesus.

I smiled as we made our way through a narrow trail to another field full of beautiful wildflowers.

You, and others, were designed to be like the wildflowers. Wildflowers are flowers not planted by man. They grow only by My hand. For this reason you are often what some may call, “untamable.”

A tear fell from my eye and His gentle hand wiped it away. “There, there little one…I know it’s most hard for My wildflowers because the world wants to contain you.”

I managed to dry my eyes as He led me to a pasture. The pasture was an empty field.

I looked up at Him full of questions.

His gaze hovered over the land tenderly.

“This is your next assignment.”

He spoke of the little seedlings needing water. They lacked nurturing. I could tell His heart was sad over their need. He looked deeply into my heart as if to say, “Will you go?”

He heard my heart whisper, “Yes,” and He smiled tenderly with a gentle nod.

He said some were growing to be like dandelions who would travel for miles sharing His love. Others were like the lily of the valley and would stand tall in the face of adversities.

Others were lush mini blooms like a thick ground cover that would protect the land from the onslaught of the enemy. They would serve as a shield for others who might be weaker in spirit.

We talked about the layers of roses as we would peel back the painful seasons so hearts could heal. Their healing would produce a vibrant color and alluring fragrance that would be noticed by onlookers strolling by.

His heart for each unique one was deep and wide and I could tell He was a doting Father beaming with pride over all each one was designed to be.

As we walked back I became tired. So He stopped and let me take a nap as He watched over me. I woke up well rested and grasped His hand as He took me back to our secret place.

As I got back on my knees, He bent low and gently kissed my forehead.

With His nod was a loving, yet firm, command that echoed in the deep recesses of my heart.

Fulfill…your…ministry…child.