Opened Too Early

There is a time for everything, and some things get opened too early, but there is hope, and God can bring release and recovery.

 

They had been opened too soon. They weren’t ready yet.

Her deep beauty had not been allowed to fully mature, but now it had been opened.

They had told him that this was love. Told him lies that, maybe, they had heard themselves at the same tender age. From this interruption to normal, healthy development, he would never fully move into his world the way intended. Never with the confidence about who he was and what he was about.

They both now had a poison injected into their being. Their ‘human being’ and this affected all their doing.

Interrupted and injected.

Everyone of us has had times of an interruption. Something has cut across our path and caused normal health development to cease, to take a different route, to go off track.

A lie has been injected into our thinking. ‘There is no beauty to you’ ‘You have no purpose’

A rose

As I sit here writing, I look outside and see a rosebush. It’s springtime, and it is pushing out lush new growth from the hard pruning I gave it in the winter.

I can see the beginnings of a flower. It’s a small ball the size of a marble.

It’s coming. I know it is. That small ball will swell from the inside out. It will soon be the size of a golf ball.

There is a temptation to force it open. To peel back the green calyx surrounding and covering the beauty. ‘I want that beauty and I want it now.’

But no, I wait and let it come naturally. Let it emerge in its own way.

That rose bush has been through a lot of rough weather recently. A few days ago it was pelted with hail. Then wild winds thrashed at it.

The growth continued. It may have slowed, but it continued pushing with a cell multiplication that would astound us.

One day, very soon, the yellow colours will explode out into the world. Fragrance will fill the air.

It will shout ‘Look at me’ and I will come and soak in the scent of its glory. Bees will visit, wander around its stamens, collect some nectar, pollen and be on their way.

Angels will sing, parties will explode out of nothingness. God will say it is good.

I know people like this rose. They are at various stages of revelation.

Some hold the calyx around them tight. They have built walls high and strong. They don’t want anyone seeing in.

Maybe because someone has awakened them too early.

The words ‘damaged goods’ is heard so often that I consider opening a repair shop. Perhaps this website is a bit like that. A place of renovation from the inside out.

 

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