Looking at a plant reminds me of growth, the growth accomplished these past eight weeks in this boundary group and the growth that will continue throughout our lives. In order for a seed to produce life it had to be buried and part of it had to die to release the life that was inside. The false beliefs acquired about ourselves and about boundaries must die and be replaced with the truth, we are loveable, valuable, precious children of God, and our "treasures" deserve being protected. To sustain this new life requires proper nutrients, water, and light. Here in this boundaries group we've learned that boundaries begin with knowing who we are - where we begin and end. Just as each plant is unique, so are we. Just as all of creation paints the beauty of life (not by being the same, but by each being herself - different), so do we.

"All things were made by Him," so... before the creation of the world I was a work of art waiting for my creation day. God knew in His mind exactly what form I would take - He was there at my conception - I'm no accident (Psalms 139). Just the right combination of genes came together to make me the unique, special individual God intended me to be. Like a potter with a piece of clay carefully constructing his work of art - a part of himself is in his creation - so God created me. And what a delight I brought to His eyes as He looked at His masterpiece. What dreams, hopes, and aspirations flooded His heart as He breathed into me the breath of life. I am created in the likeness of the Creator Himself. I am beautiful and priceless - a pearl of great price - more valuable than the hope diamond, more spectacular than a meteor shower, more splendid than a sunset on the painted desert, more majestic than Pike's peak, more breath taking than the Grand Canyon - I am worth more to God than all of the world.

As you see a plant, may it remind you to nurture yourself, establish and communicate your boundaries - so that your beauty can sparkle as a gem in God's creation. You are unique - there is no one else in all the world that can do you - if you don't do your dance, it doesn't get done - and we miss out!

Love,
Peggy Jo