Just a few days after mowing, our backyard transforms into a wonderland of wishes.
My youngest calls me outside and hands me a dandelion and tells me to make a wish. She closes her eyes, takes a deep breath, and whispers that little girl wish that sends the seeds flying.
"Now you do it! Make your wish!"
I stand there, holding my breath, and just as I begin to exhale, I realize I don't know what to wish for.
Sometime this past year, my desperate longing for something more became satisfied. I had all I needed because God was sending the flair right into any circumstance. It didn't matter where I was because He was there.
So what's left to wish for? I'm holding the weed in my hand and asking God what His wish for my life is.
I remember that God's name and His renown are the desire of my heart. What does it mean to wish that your life radiates with the power and presence of God? What does it mean to wish for a life that brings the most honor and glory to God--that His name would be made great through your life?
These are serious wishes. These wishes include sacrifice and dying to self. These wishes invoke a sort of hope and intention that invites God to work in my life no matter what the cost. It's a surrender that sends my life flying out into the unknown.
Is this a wish I'm ready to make? I exhale everything out across the landscape. I don't know where these seeds will land, but land they will. This is my life that I'm scattering out. It never belonged to me anyway.
Journal: Can I surrender like this?