Flowers from heaven
In the chubby little fist of a toddler
a weed becomes a beautiful flower from the gardens of heaven.
My grandmother said she loved daisies because “they are smiles from God.” In Central Texas, we knew that fields of bluebonnets, like the one used on my banner page, or fields of indian blankets were things of beauty. In west Texas, people who have never seen how beautiful such a field can be just think of these lovely flowers as weeds in the garden.
It occurred to me that a lot of life is that way. God gives us wonderful moments of sheer beauty, and the world tries to convince us that they aren’t beautiful. This is because the world is looking through cracked and broken lenses. Take off the bitter negativity of the world and take a walk with God today. I promise you, you’ll find beauty that has been there all along.