When I stepped outside to take care of my flowers, I found a beautiful surprise. The setting sun was in a haze and its color stunning.
For a moment I forgot I was an adult and sat in the grass next to my phlox cushions. I stuck my camera into the blossom pillow and took some pictures.
Creation speaks, ascribes to You,
Each day and night, Your works of art.
Make me like phlox in bluish hue
With gentle voice proclaim Your heart.
Let all my soul with silent sound
Like lilies of the valley ring,
Their bells resounding from the ground
Like them with adoration sing.
Let me with morning glory say,
When she draws in my wand’ring eyes,
Like her in sunrise give You praise
For making man, the earth and skies.
Let me bow down with Columbine
When she hangs low her humble head.
Like bleeding hearts stretched in a line,
My love display from earthen bed.
Revive my worship and my praise,
While there’s still time and flowers bloom.
Lift up my voice – with nature raise
For seasons will change all too soon.
And why are you anxious about clothing? Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow: they neither toil nor spin, yet I tell you, even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these. But if God so clothes the grass of the field, which today is alive and tomorrow is thrown into the oven, will he not much more clothe you, O you of little faith?
Matthew 6:28-30 (ESV)
“Lord, help me to praise you. I know you made me. I get easily sidetracked and focus so much on myself. Help me to focus on your glory and amazing love for us!”