dandelions

When you were young, dandelions were anything but weeds. You wore them woven through your hair and tucked behind your ears. You fashioned delicate necklaces and bracelets from their stems and flowers. You rubbed dandelion blush across the apples of your cheeks. You made dandelion stew and picked dandelion bouquets for Mom.

You filled hours and hours with nothing but your imagination and a yard full of dandelions.

Brrrrring…! Brrrrrring…!

“Hello. You’ve reached Marla and Mindy’s Backyard Bakery. What can I get for you today? A chocolate cake topped with dandelions for your daughter’s birthday? Beautiful. Anything else? A dozen dandelion muffins? Of course. Your order will be ready at 4:00. My pleasure!”

You and your girlfriend began the task of turning a mound of dirt and a bucket of water into the most delectable chocolate cake imaginable. You formed and patted until it was the perfect size, shape and consistency. Then came the dandelions—picked fresh and artfully arranged across the top of your creation. Only the fullest, roundest, yellowest dandelions would do.

We don’t play with dandelions anymore, do we? Who has that kind of time? We’ve got families to care for, houses to keep, careers to build, things to buy, places to go…

Why do you think God gave us dandelions? As a reminder, perhaps, to stop and remember what life is really all about. That God and family, faith and friends, love and laughter are the things that are most important. To stop for a moment and consider God’s gifts to His children—sunshine and rain, flowers and trees, breezes and colors.

Maybe He gave us dandelions as a reminder that He will provide for us. As children, we weren’t afraid to pick every single dandelion in the yard, fully confident that hundreds more would sprout up overnight.

As adults, we hoard and we fret, worried that God might not pull through for us tomorrow. Even though He has every day before.

Maybe He gave us dandelions to remind us that we don’t control our lives. We’re afraid of what we’ll happen if we’re not in total control—of our money, our children, our futures. Instead of allowing dandelions to bloom wild and free, we hire people to spray them—to keep them from running away from us, to corral them, keep them under our thumb.

Maybe God gave us pick-and-wilt dandelions to remind us that our lives are short—that all men are like grass and all their glory is like the flowers of the field—that the grass withers and the flowers fall. That each man’s life is like a breath.

We have no guarantee of tomorrow. This is the day that the Lord has made. I will rejoice and be glad in it! Are you too busy to enjoy what God has given you today? The beauty of the clouds, the trees, a child’s face.

Maybe God gave us dandelions to encourage us to come to Him with child-like faith. “I tell you the truth, unless you change and become like little children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven.”

Kids don’t have inhibitions. They’re not afraid to be themselves—who God made them. No hiding behind masks, keeping their weaknesses and insecurities tucked away. What you see is what you get.

Kids aren’t afraid of what people will think. Not afraid of messing up. They belt out words to a song—making them up as they go.

Sometimes I think kids make better Christians than adults do. They’re not afraid to talk to people about Jesus. It’s simple. They love Jesus and they want others to love Him, too.

What if we praised God with the exuberance of a child? What if we trusted Him with the faith of a child? What if we loved Him—and let Him love us—with the unconditional love of a child?

What are we afraid of? Looking foolish? Maintaining an image? Getting hurt?

Before today is over, bend down and pick a dandelion. Then sit down. Close your eyes. Be still.

Ask God to speak from His heart to yours.

Be blessed.

16 thoughts on “dandelions

  1. gitz

    Loved this… remembering to look with childlike eyes. I remember when I graduated from college, the apartment complex I lived in had dandelions everywhere. My niece was about 5 and thought I lived in the most beautiful place with all the yellow flowers. I looked at them differently after that.

  2. Krista

    I just love you, Marla 🙂
    One of my greatest friends passed this on to me, and I didn’t know she knew you…
    You are a gift, and I am thankful to know you 🙂

  3. Kaye

    What a beautiful way you have with words. Thanks for sharing this with your readers.
    Miss you all!
    With His Love,
    Kaye
    Matthew 21:22

  4. Ashley P

    Thank you for the reminder.

    I find myself cringing every time my 2yo picks up another dandelion for the mess I know will be all over her hands and face (she tends to rub the yellow in). Thank you for the reminder that dandelions are for a season and that they are a reminder of God’s abundant provision for our lives.

    Maybe Dr. Dixon wouldn’t hate them so much if he read this post! 🙂

  5. Missy

    I hear you on the kids make better Christians. There are so many times Leah (even though she hasn’t accepted Christ (yet)), will speak loudly, freely, and openly in public places about God without batting an eye. I’m ashamed to admit I feel such a mixture of Joy to hear that she “gets it,” but also at times embarassment. The sad thing? I was like Leah when I was younger, too. Great post!

  6. Kelsie

    Thank you, Marla, for this reminder. My 2&1/2 year old asked me this morning, “Mommy, ready to play?” What a great way to start my day! Thank You, Lord, for the blessing of my children and the ways that You use them for my good.

  7. jess

    sigh. that gave me a lump in my throat. so many good thoughts. the one that sticks out most is that you’ve hit the nail on the heads re: my current thoughts. Eliana is getting to that age where she’s shaped & influenced by so many things. and i don’t want her to stop being herself. iwant her to feel safe & secure in who she is (not that i want her to whine for the next 23 years.) but, i’m so scared for her to grow up & want to become someone she’s not. it makes me sad. i know it’s inevitable. (she, too, like nina recnetly, i think…wants long curly dark hair.) that’s swirly…but that’s what i’m thinking. 🙂

  8. Aunt T

    We use to put them under our chin to see if we liked butter….lol
    I love working with children and the faith they have. The older we get we don’t want to look silly or be made fun of. Well, more power to the young and the bold. Thanks Marla, you, Gabe and your girlies are sweeties! Have a wonderful day the Lord has made.

  9. Anjanette

    Thanks for your words of wisdom. I always put Alice’s Flowers in a cup on the table. I had a friend say that she could not believe that I took the time. From the childs eyes, Alice beliefs that she brought me real flowers! Love reading the blogs.

  10. Annie Whitehurst

    Man have I missed the “serious” Marla posts!!! What a great one! (Not that I havent enjoyed the zoo posts, cause I HAVE!) Thanks for this great reminder! Hope your day is wonderful… I’ll be busy picking dandelions! 🙂

  11. Lisa

    Every time we mow over them, I feel a little guilty. I just can’t think of dandelions as weeds, even though our neighborhood HOA does. What a beautiful reminder of God’s love and faithfulness, Marla. Thank you!

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