Make me a daisy

 Turmoil surrounded by sweet scented lilacs.

Dandelion cottons looks like owlet feathers as they wait for the wind.

My friend and I go for a long hike and muddy our 

shoes and legs in the coulees of Pepin County.

And I pray, and I pray, and I pray that my life will soon be back to yellow. Bathed in sun. Flowers blooming, and my soul free to accept that gift from Father God.

For now, I'll take the yellow that splurges out of the darkness, the buds cheerful against the dark foliage deep.

Make me a flower, whose scent pleases you, Lord.
Make me better as I become less.
Fill all the holes in my soul Satan is digging
with your love, grace, mercy, peace, long-suffering.  

I don't want to be the corrugated metal panel patching up an old factory.

...we pray for you always, that our God will count you worthy of your calling, and fulfill every desire for goodness and the work of faith with power, so that the name of our Lord Jesus will be glorified in you, and you in Him, according to the grace of our God and the Lord Jesus Christ. (II Thessalonians 1:11-12)

How much, how much

Do you really know

How much, how much

Well let me tell you

How much, how much

You are loved

These words go out to anyone

Who's ever felt so unlovable

I'd just like to say to you

That lie is so not true

This message is for the broken down

They say you can't turn your life around

No matter what you do

Well that lie is so not true

Take the depths of the deepest ocean and go deeper

Take the top of the tallest tower and go higher

Take the best day that you've ever had

Try to imagine better than that

And it still don't come close

To how much you are loved

Don't worry about what you've done

God's love goes out to everyone

And here's the wonderful, beautiful truth

That includes me and you

So let it find you where you are

Wrap it's arms around your weary heart

And all the love you're longing for

You'll find all that love and more

~How Much, Mandisa~