Consider how the lilies grow. They do not labor
or spin. Yet I tell you, not even Solomon in all
his splendor was dressed like one of these.
Luke 12:27 NIV
Because of the lack of the
appropriate amounts of rain, I wondered if we would see any wildflowers this
spring. My camera and I have a long-standing love affair with this time of
year. Life happens! The dreaded grays and browns of winter disappear into forest
green, azure blue and all the colors in the Crayola box. It is the perfect
season to snap a photo of God’s glory on display!
One evening I remarked to a
friend about the beauty of the sunset. He answered, “Thank you. My Father made
that.” I have never forgotten those words. Spring is a special reminder that my
Father created the earth and all that is in it. Creation shouts God’s glory
from field to field, over the hills, through the valleys and across the plains.
Between the prickly pear cactus and from underneath the limestone boulders, God’s
glory is on display.
So, this morning, as my heart
sings, I leave you with a verse of a beloved old church hymn:
For the Beauty of the earth
For the glory of the skies
For the love which from our
birth
Over and around us lies
Lord of all, to Thee we raise
This, our hymn of grateful
praise (text and music Pierpoint and Kocher)
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