Small gems remain hidden among the grass until they rise. Tiny buds hold in the beauty of what is waiting to be uncovered. It can’t be rushed. It shouldn’t be forced. It is a process that is magical and magnificent, even if it is simple and silent.
A garden of blooming flowers speaks louder than most any poem or song. They sing of God’s goodness by opening their buds to blow their trumpets. Their song is one of brightness and color, of life and light. Their notes embody fragrance and their tones are full of vibrancy. Yet, they are frail and helpless in the elements. But they do not worry about it. They still rise, bloom, shine and stand tall. They still sing and play and dance. Their magnificence is seen by those that take a moment to notice. There will be many that pass them by. They may be trampled underfoot. They may be cut and shared. But they continue to shine as if this is what they are made to do.
This is what they are made to do. They are made to brighten the earth with creative colors made by an extraordinary God that cares for them. We are told that the same God that created these beautiful creations also created us. And we are told that he clothes and feeds these wonders. He cares for them tenderly and attentively. They shine for his glory.
If that same God cares so much for them, can you just imagine how much he cares for you? May we shine bright and glorify God. May we bring light and life to those around. May we live as we were created. And may we rest knowing just how much he cares for us. Shine bright mighty flowers. Shine bright.
27 And can any of you by worrying add a single hour to your span of life? 28 And why do you worry about clothing? Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow; they neither toil nor spin, 29 yet I tell you, even Solomon in all his glory was not clothed like one of these.
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