Wildflowers

As I drove home from Denton today, I just had to marvel at the beauty of Texas wildflowers. They make that hour-long drive infinitely more pleasant, and they're on my top 5 list right now of things I'm thanking Baby Jesus for. There's just something about these beautiful wildflowers swaying in the heavy breeze, reaching up to kiss a periwinkle sky. I probably shouldn't admit this, but I warned you: I have an active imagination. I had to get lost in my own thoughts for a while (at least, as much as I could while navigating out of the way of crazy Texas drivers). I found myself wondering what it feels like to be a wildflower. What stories must they see unfold on these roads? Is their short life, just a season of spring, bittersweet? Do they greet each bumblebee and butterfly with cheer? And then, it hit me...

..No, not another car. A thought. I am a wildflower. I accept that I'm not a delicate lily, and I'm not a thorny rose. I'm not an exotic orchid, and I'm not a simple carnation. I embrace my identity as a wildflower. Wildflowers are often called "hardy." This isn't the prettiest word, but it describes me quite well. I'm tough, and I can survive exhaustion, unpleasant circumstances, and the nastiest of weather. I'm resilient, rain or shine. Wildflowers come in a million colors. Sometimes, I'm a sunny yellow, and other times, I'm a pensive purple. My goal is to paint life in a golden hue, and I want to embrace sunshine, truly living in a daze of light. Wildflowers definitely see plenty of Texas sun. They may not grace the Texas grasslands with their presence for long, but they bring so much joy to others.

So if you're a wildflower, own your hardiness. You can only imagine the joy you'll bring to this earth.