Where the Wildflowers Danced

It was dusk and I was driving through the Midwestern country roads on my way home from babysitting for some friends. Peter Hollens’ album of folk songs played softly in my car, and the wind rushed through the open windows blowing my hair all around.

But my heart was heavy.

As I wound out of one county and into another, I saw to my right a vast field and it’s emptiness seemed to shout an invitation to come and simply be still beside it. There was not a building, fence, or human in sight. Just a field with trees in the distance and the sun dipping down behind them as wildflowers danced in the breeze.

Something deep inside my bones compelled me to pull the car over and sit for a moment in the beauty of the quiet stillness of creation. And as I sat there, watching the unhurried close of the day, my heart was both comforted and pierced with an indescribable longing to stay right there forever.

In that field where the wildflowers danced, no war tainted their soil with blood.

In that field where the wildflowers danced, no tears watered the ground.

In that field where the wildflowers danced, no fear of tomorrow stifled today.

In that field where the wildflowers danced, no angry shouts drowned out the birds song.

In that field where the wildflowers danced, no doubt against whether or not heaven waits for me could stand.

Douglas Bond has said, “Real beauty represented in fine art lifts us out of ourselves, elevates us above our desires for twisted gratification and shows us what a world would be like if it were not wrenched from its original design into something barbaric and crude.”

There in that field where the wildflowers danced, my heart was comforted that even all the horror and stain of this fallen world cannot eradicate the beauty God paints in His creation and through His people. Real beauty, be it in nature, in people, in stories, in songs, or in art, deepens the longing in our hearts for the Home awaiting us where we will find it’s everlasting source and untainted, enduring display.

“‘Behold, the dwelling place of God is with man. He will dwell with them, and they will be His people, and God Himself will be with them as their God. He will wipe away every tear from their eyes, and death shall be no more, neither shall there be mourning, nor crying, nor pain anymore, for the former things have passed away.’

And He who was seated on the throne said, ‘Behold, I am making all things new.’ Also He said, ‘Write this down, for these words are trustworthy and true.'”

Revelation 21:3-5 ESV
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When I started my car once more and drove away that night, the weariness of the world was indeed heavy on my heart, but I could carry it a little better having been reminded that it will not last forever. One day, in perfect peace we, as children of the King, will live in unfading beauty far grander than that which I witnessed in the field where the wildflowers danced.

Behold, He is making all things new.

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