This morning, Sanae and I were discussing the place where women have served in the Body of Christ over the centuries. Sanae mentioned that often times, those places and the godly women who were there, have been hidden or forgotten in the written records or history. Nonetheless, they were so precious in the eyes of God and for His Kingdom.
These remarks reminded me of the presence of our dear sisters. To me, these sisters are like pure, delicate flowers, breathing and living in the (humanly-speaking) obscure places on this earth. Sometimes, they feel that they are forgotten and deserted. They feel their daily works are not appreciated nor valued. But they are!
My dear sister, look at this cute, petit wild flower on the field. Isn't it lovely and isn't it like you? Jesus, with his Spirit-filled eyes, could see through the essence of the creation. He said; even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these [=the lilies of the field]. Matt.6:28.
Who pays attention to this little creation? If nobody cares, then, why does she blossom so beautifully? She blossoms, because she knows for whom she lives and dies. She blossoms because she wants to leave a little bit of message on this earth by her very breathing and her life, which is fully dedicated to her Creator. In the vast sphere of this universe, there is one space which nothing or nobody can fill but you.
As the lily of the valley,
White and pure and sweet,
As the lowly violet trodden
Under wandering feet;
As the rose amidst the briars
Fresh and fair is found,
Heedless of the tangled thicket,
And the thorns around—
As the sun-flower ever turning
To the mighty sun,
With the faithfulness of fealty
Following only one—
So make me, Lord, to Thee.
-J.Tauler, In the Garden of God