I am currently finishing up Bible school (four more classes!). This past quarter my pastor was my teacher. One night during class we were talking about the chapter and he said something that really caught my attention (ok, that happens every class but this particular thing made me think about flowers… so… of course it really stuck out! lol). The more I thought about what he said, the more I wanted to share it with you. This was a few weeks ago and it’s been on my mind since.
Of course, I can’t remember exactly what we were talking about but he said, “Where His blood fell, love grew.” Now, you might be thinking, “Brittany, that has nothing to do with flowers, what in the world are you talking about?” Hah! Stay with me, it will make sense!
Think about it. Where Jesus blood fell, love grew. Where His blood flows, we are cleansed, washed, covered. When I thought about this I pictured myself, I pictured flowers growing, where I allow His blood to cover, that’s where love can grow, that’s where I can grow.
“Since we are now joined to Christ, we have been given the treasures of redemption by His blood – the total cancellation of our sins – all because of the cascading riches of His grace.” Ephesians 1:7 (TPT)
Now, when I first thought about writing this as a post and sharing it with you I was mostly just excited at the thought of being covered in flowers (covered in His blood). We are washed in His blood. As I think about it and seek the Lord more regarding these words, more meaning surfaces. Picture a field, a massive field that is ready for a harvest, ready for something to be planted. That’s like us, we are (or were) at some point, a blank slate. Then we receive Jesus. His blood washes us clean, His blood covers us, and love begins to grow, seeds are planted.
Now, imagine this field with flowers beginning to grow. As you picture this, I have a question. Would your entire field be full of flowers? Or are there places in your life that you’ve compartmentalized and blocked off from the blood of Jesus? Is there anything you are holding on to, hiding, pushing into the back corner of your field? I picture the scene in the movie The Lion King where Simba asks Mufasa about “that shadowy place” when they are looking at all of their land, Mufasa says “you must never go there”. Do you have a “shadowy place” that you’ve told yourself and the Lord that you don’t really ever want to go to?
It can be so daunting to think about these things, but, friend, we must. My desire is that you flourish and grow in the Lord, that together we ask the tough questions, work through the hard things and allow the blood of Jesus to cover every part of our lives.
Take some time and be still, ask the Holy Spirit to search your heart, to reveal anything in your heart that you might be hiding from Him. Choose Jesus. Allow Him into every part of your life, let His blood flow and cover even those things that seem too big, too hard, too much, too bad, too disappointing.
In my time of writing this post I found that this quote is actually a hymn! It’s beautiful. “Love grew where the blood fell, flowers of hope sprang up for men in misery. Sin died where the blood fell. Oh, I’m so glad His precious blood covers me.” I will put the song below, let these words wash over you, let His blood cover you. Ask the hard questions. As always, you’re more than welcome to contact me if you’d like to talk.
See my Jesus on the cross, the people crying.
Looking on the man and think; that’s such a tragedy.
But what the world could not see,
Was when they nailed him to that tree;
He broke the chains of sin and set them free.Love grew where the blood fell,
Flowers of hope sprang up for men in misery.
Sin died where the blood fell,
Oh I’m so glad his precious blood covers me.Thorns of violence, thorns of hate were growing wildly.
All the pain that sin had cost,
You know it was so very plain to see.
But when the blood came streaming down the cross
Where my Savior bled and died.
It broke the chains of sin and set me free.Love grew where the blood fell,
Flowers of hope sprang up for men in misery.
Sin died where the blood fell.
Oh I’m so glad his precious blood covers me.Sin died where the blood fell.
Oh I’m so glad his precious blood covers me.