I wonder if it is easy to forget God if you live in town, surrounded by the works of man. People make the houses and the streets and the businesses. Plywood and roofing metal and sheet rock, asphalt and concrete and brick. People plant the flowers and tend and water them and make it all grow and thrive with their hard work and dedication.
It seems nearly impossible to ignore the glory of God, living out here in the woods. The majestic pines and firs stretch up towards the heavens without my assistance, thick razor grass covers the forest floor without me watering it every day, wildflowers thrive in vibrant color all through the forest.
Wildflowers. Just the name says it all. No one planted them. No one tended them. No one watered them. No one but God Himself. Here they are, thriving and brilliant. Their time is short, but their beauty is timeless. May we become such as these. Trusting the caring hand of our Lord to protect us and bring out the best in us in His good time.
Matthew 6:26-29–“Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they? Who of you by worrying can add a single hour to his life? And why do you worry about clothes? See how the lilies of the field grow. They do not labor or spin. Yet I tell you that not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these.”
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