Yesterday as i was on the bus, i saw a few stalks of flowers by the roadside. And i thought to myself: If God you, so cared about these thin frail stalks of flowers, showering them with nutrients, rain and sun, surely, you cared much more for me, for us!
Stalks of flowers that no one bothers to appreciate. stalks of flowers which nobody looks after; to prune or to nourish. Stalks of flowers which cannot control their destiny. Stalks of flowers which wither, one day.
But to God, no. To many, flowers are flowers. To you O God, flowers are your creation!
"If that is how God clothes the grass of the field, which is here today and tomorrow is thrown into the fire, will he not much more clothe you, O you of little faith?" -Matt 6:30
Amen. Yes. How much more. How much more you.
posted by ser @ 12:27 AM
