...grounded freedom

I’m not quite sure about the lifecycle of a dandelion but I presume that from the scattered seeds, the dandelion finds fertile ground where it can grow and bloom. After the season where it has shone in all its fantastical yellow glory, it turns into a white, soft ethereal ball where the seeds can be blown freely by the wind to procreate all over again.

There’s something incredible about the beauty and freedom demonstrated by the dandelion seeds. They have a clear sense of creation and purpose and yet a whimsical freedom to go where they ‘are called’.

A randomness, where nature catches the seeds in its elements. Some float softly in the updraft of a warm breeze that caresses the seed to its final destination. Other seeds are ripped from the Mother flower by a forceful gale and tossed high into the air, shaken this way and that. Falling and being lifted again, going round in circles, free and yet it’s place of rest remaining uncertain.

The images of dandelion seeds blowing in the wind resonate sharply with me. The sense of uncertainty of their route, the freedom of their journey and a hope that the final destination would be one that enabled growth and fulfilment.

I feel like that dandelion seed, wanting the freedom and yet at the same time searching for the fertile piece of ground that is my destination. Wanting the journey of the soft updraft and gentle placement but experiencing a forceful gale and scared of falling, fast, dramatically and crashing onto fallow ground.

I want my freedom to be grounded at the right time, in the right place and with the right people. I know that my freedom and my choices could keep me in a maelstrom indefinitely if I don’t rely on the one that created me to have freedom.

God gives us the freedom to experience all but our perfect freedom is grounded in Him. I know I’m delicate and fragile and my freedom in Him won’t necessarily provide me with the soft gentle journey but I do hope and pray his freedom will bring me through the gale.