While in worship, today, Jesus seemed to visually take me to a window pane.

 

As I looked through the glass, I could see beyond the seasons of rain and now came forth a field of buds where flowers were blooming.

 

I could see fields as far as the eyes could see. The landscape was full of rolling hills and glorious meadows. The land was covered by flowers of every kind arrayed in colors that would take your breath away.

 

The sunflowers I could see stretching tall to the sky following the sun and everywhere it would shine. The lilies white, white as could be, bowed so beautifully their heads in humility.

 

While roses bloomed in reds and whites, I could feel the very heart of Christ. It caused me to consider His crown of thorns and how beauty could come during times to mourn.

 

Leaning on that window pane, I gazed upon the vast lands. He was tending His garden. Nurturing every single bud so that it would grow. For there was a language that He whispered, uniquely, to each one.

 

Some He had to prune so they could grow more abundantly. Others He had to dead-head to allow for new growth.

 

There were dandelions maturing causing them to change entirely into a new creation. This birthed a beautiful airy puff-ball that the wind gently blew into other fields. As they would land they would naturally reseed and multiply into whole brand new areas for miles and miles. They transformed whole landscapes.

 

I noticed tulips and greenery clothed in such vibrancy that I knew He must be very pleased.

 

Life was blooming everywhere.

 

Then I realized His play on words.

 

That “window pane” was really a “window pain” and He was showing me what He would do with every pained heart who would allow Him to gently tend to them in rainy seasons.

 

I began to feel a lump in my throat as tears streamed down my face.

 

Then I could see that as He called the wind out of its storehouse it appeared that the flowers were now dancing…

 

And brought to my heart was this lovely scripture,

 

Psalm 30:11

You have turned for me my mourning into dancing; You have loosed my sackcloth and girded me with gladness…

 

The Message: Psalm 30:11

You did it: you changed wild lament into whirling dance; You ripped off my black mourning band and decked me with wildflowers.