I took a walk this morning and was struck by the flowers. Not so much the cultivated roses and azaleas in people’s yards, but the tiny ones sprinkling the parkways, almost too small to notice unless you were looking.
I gathered a few of each kind—yellow and lavender, fuchsia and periwinkle, blossoms and stars and composites, each unique and delicately crafted, ranging from about an 1/8 to 1/2 an inch across. I tucked them into a little vase for my mom, who was sick in bed today with a cough and sore throat.
It’s been a rather rough month for my family in a number of ways. But I was comforted today, by these little flowers. If the God who flung the galaxies across the sky with His word can spend so much care on these minute blossoms, surely He also cares about the daily trials and heartaches of our lives.
He cares about yours too. Just consider the flowers.
“If then you cannot do even a very little thing, why do you worry about other matters? Consider the lilies, how they grow: they neither toil nor spin; but I tell you, not even Solomon in all his glory clothed himself like one of these. But if God so clothes the grass in the field, which is alive today and tomorrow is thrown into the furnace, how much more will He clothe you? You men of little faith!” Luke 12:26-28
