The Flowergirl

Someday I will write the story, but until then this brief outline will have to suffice as one of the many beautiful testimonies God has manifested into my life. I have been the Bride in the desert, right now I am the Flowergirl being sent out.  Someday, I will again be the Bride before my Beloved.  The story isn't original, it's really the same story that is told every day.

The Bridegroom awaits His Bride.
The Table has been prepared, and all the guests have arrived. The Heavenly Host lift their trumpets to their lips and a sweet anthem rings throughout eternity.

The Bride is running.  She cannot seem to find her way back to her Love.
She is blinded by her fear and finds herself in the arms of all the wrong lovers.
They use and abandon her.  She feels hopeless, desolate, lost.
 Finally she falls upon her knees and cries out from the broken pieces of her heart.

The Flowergirl looks back and sees that the Beloved is missing.
The Bride’s Abba Father places a flower called Hope in her basket, and tells her to seek His Beloved.  She wraps her arms around Him and allows the Abba to pour His strength and love into her little arms.  She gazes into His smile, then turns to door to seek the Bride.

The Bride hears an echo.  A small little voice calls her name quietly in the breeze.  She looks up. Something in her heart stirs, something she cannot name.

The Flowergirl calls for the Beloved.  

She sings of the perfection of the Bridegroom, of His abiding Love and Mercy.  She promises the Bride that He still waits for her.

The echo grows louder and louder.  

Something foreign rings in the sweet melody of the child’s voice, something sweet and tender.  Innocence.  

The Bride holds her head in shame as she wishes she could once again claim the intoxicating joy of youth.  She wishes that she too could sing, but those days are over and gone.  

She is doomed in her winter throne.

The Flowergirl hears the broken cries of the Bride.  

Her Abba guides her to the Valley.  There she finds the Bride, bruised and tattered.  

Her white dress has been pulled to pieces and tainted.   

The Flowergirl walks slowly towards her, singing sweetly of the Bridegroom’s love.

The Bride looks up and sees the child walking towards her.  

She tries to cover her face in shame, 

afraid to look in the eyes of someone who had never beheld evil before. 

She keeps her head down, 

unable to see anything besides her soiled hands and bleeding heart.

As she draws near to the Bride, the Flowergirl tilts up her chin and gently holds her face.  She looks straight into the Bride’s eyes and whispers,

“The Bridegroom awaits His Bride.  Come Away.”

The Bride feels it stir in her heart again, but again she cannot recognize it.  Her heart almost takes flight, but quickly starts falling even deeper, as if being pulled by a greater force down into despair.

The Flowergirl sees the stirring.  She sees the broken and contrite heart.  

A couple of tears slide down her cheek as she reaches into her basket and pulls out Hope. 

Gently, she places the flower into the Bride’s hands.

The Bride looked at the flower and feels the stirring grow stronger.  Suddenly, it invades her entire soul.  Her desert became a door, a door of Hope.

She looks into the eyes of the child, and knows at once that her song is true.  The Love of the Father flooded throughout her entire being, and the Flowergirl draws her up.  They stand there, facing each other.  Slowly the Flowergirl begins to twirl with her arms held high, singing softly of the mercy of holiness of the King.

The Bride watches and feels her own feet begin to move, her own arms rising towards the Heavens.  Her heart takes flight as she believes in Hope.  She sings again, as in the days of her youth.

In that moment, the clouds open up and a dove descends upon the Bride.
A sweet and redeeming rain falls upon the valley, washing the stains from the Bride’s gown.
  Her purity once again shines with a radiant glory.

The Flowergirl grabs the Bride’s hand and lets out a peal of joyous laughter as they run quickly back to the ceremony.

The Bridegroom looks to the Abba Father, then looks to the Heavens.  A dove descends, bringing a sweet, sweet message:

What had been Lost now is Found.

The Flowergirl steps into the sanctuary, and looks once more behind her to see the beautiful Bride.  There she stands, as lovely as the stars in the night.  She is blooming with excitement to be united with her First Love once more.

With each step forward, the Flowergirl beckons the Kingdom to come with Glory, Honor, and Power.  She graciously looks towards the Abba, knowing that He delights in her, and she in Him.

The Bride steps forward and looks into the eyes of her Beloved.

The Heavenly Host bursts out into new song.

All creation rejoices.



Hosea Two