A Beautiful Word to Describe You

Here you sit in another day of the same valley. Another day of the same sorrow. Another day of the same unknown. Another day of the same frustrations, the same struggles, the same life. Another day of the same everything.

We are always saying that life moves so fast. And we are absolutely right. But matters of the heart and soul? Well, those move slowly…at a snail’s pace, really. Like an old Ford truck that starts up rough and breaks down at every new turn…over and over and over again.

I mean, is anything changing? Am I growing at all? It’s a new month in a whole different year, but I’m still sitting in the same mess! But there’s something I’ve truly learned in 2018, and it makes way for celebration.

Simply put,

We don’t have to stay stuck and God doesn’t want a stuck life for us.

And I think sometimes the feeling of being stuck in your soul causes the deepest kind of celebration. For it is in these snail-pace places that we realize we were made by God and made for God. It is here we pause and examine our hearts as we study our God more fully.

The stuck feeling becomes stillness and the stillness in God becomes celebration. God loves our celebration, because it breaks through the silence with loud singing voices and poured-out prayers and worship and praise and wild, impossible joy-filled living!

That’s life with God.

And so I have this beautiful word that describes you and me. It’s full of new life and steady life and old songs made new. It took me five days in Psalm 92 to see it, but there it was and it here it is now.

Flourisher.

You are a flourisher.

“The righteous flourish like the palm tree and grow like a cedar in Lebanon. They are planted in the house of the Lord; they flourish in the courts of our God. They still bear fruit in old age; they are ever full of sap and green to declare that the Lord is upright; He is my rock, and there is no unrighteousness in Him.” -Psalm 92:12-15

We are flourishers because God is our Father. We are flourishers to declare and proclaim who God is! We are still flourishing in our old age even when we are still struggling with the same old mess.

Why?

Because we are planted deep in the house of our Father. We are loved without fail in the courts of our God. We are held and given hope. We are called to be like our Father, and we are called to love Him with heart, mind, and soul. And then in God’s grace, we flourish. We become life personified as our souls burrow deep in our Life-Giver’s home.

We are flourishers in God and because of God and for God. We get life because of Life. We learn righteousness from the God who gave us His own. We are strong like cedar and full of green, because our Shepherd leads us beside still waters and makes us lie down in green pastures.

To flourish is to know and be known by God. And as we plant ourselves deep in His house, we are sure that we don’t have stuck souls…we never really did. We have flourishing souls, celebratory souls, exuberant and bold souls. Life with God means we live the life of a flourisher, because God has made it so, today, tomorrow, ten years from now, and forever.

And sometimes, there is profound and peaceful beauty in sameness.


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2 Comments Add yours

  1. magee6 says:

    I just got time to read this. It’s beautiful! “Flourisher” a new description that I’ll be using.

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    1. I’m so glad you were able to read it. 😉 It took awhile for me to see the beautiful picture of Flourisher, but once I did….it really stuck! I love how God works in us and that He never stops!

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