These are pictures of some extraordinarily ordinary flowers that I took at my house on a Saturday morning. They can't help but speak to their Maker, the Author of all Life.
"Look at the
birds in the sky; they do not sow or reap, they gather nothing into barns, yet
your heavenly Father feeds them. Are not you more important than they? Can
any of you by worrying add a single moment to your life-span?
Why are you
anxious about clothes? Learn from the way the wild flowers grow. They do not work or spin. But
I tell you that not even Solomon in all his splendor was clothed like one of
them.
If God so
clothes the grass of the field, which grows today and is thrown into the oven
tomorrow, will he not much more provide for you, O you of little faith? So do not
worry and say, ‘What are we to eat?’ or ‘What are we to drink?’ or ‘What are we
to wear?’ All these things the pagans seek. Your heavenly Father knows that you
need them all.
But seek
first the kingdom (of God) and his righteousness, and all these things
will be given you besides."
Matthew 6:26-33
