The Beautiful Pollen🌼

They say a beautiful heart is like pollen. It is microscopic, delicate, yet scientifically engineered to change entire ecosystems. It’s nature’s glitter: once it’s out there, it sticks to everything. Some people hate it, some are allergic to it, but it’s still essential for life.

I think I’m a bit like that.

I am not perfect. Not flawless. I am someone who believes that kindness, like pollen, will always find its way into the right soil - right soul eventually.

Here’s the not-so-romantic truth: I have loved and cared for people who never returned the energy. Oh, I tried to stop… even gave myself the mental TED Talk about self-preservation (smiles) but apparently, my heart didn’t get the memo.

My heart- pollen is too pure, too stubbornly tender… a little too much like God’s heart toward mankind.

Someone once told me, "Your love is overwhelming." At the time, I wasn’t sure if it was a compliment or a polite warning. Now I think I understand: I love the way God wants man to love man which is fully, relentlessly, inconveniently. “And walk in love, as Christ loved us and gave himself up for us, a fragrant offering and sacrifice to God” (Ephesians 5:2). God’s love is overwhelming too, and if I reflect even a fraction of that in my life, then maybe my heart is doing exactly what it was made to do.

And here’s the irony: once I clock out, I’m out. No overtime, no part-time shifts. I don’t linger at the emotional time clock. But until that moment comes, I’ll give without keeping score. Because that’s how God loves and we’re reminded of it in 1 Corinthians 13:7: “Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.”

Pollen doesn’t stop floating because the wind changes. It doesn’t need applause or recognition. It just goes where it’s carried and mostly to fertile ground, sometimes to barren concrete trusting that somewhere, something will bloom.

And yes! loving like that is risky. Caring like that makes you vulnerable. But withholding love out of fear? That’s like locking pollen in a jar and then wondering why nothing grows.

So if you, too, have been told you “love too much,” maybe you’re not too much at all. Maybe you’re exactly the dosage this world needs. Seeds don’t sprout the day they’re planted. Oh! when they do… the harvest is worth it! 🌱

I am Penna 🪶

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