I know you know I loved flowers. I am cursed with a black thumb. My mother can grow beautiful flowers, and I can’t. I love flowers for their bravery and individuality, but mostly because they are a reminder to myself that God takes care of everything. Including the flowers. The beautiful and innocent flowers, God takes care of them.
If you are struggling today, remember that God is in control. God knows what the master plan, and he knows the ending.
Much like the brave flower that blooms before the other flowers, or the flower who pushes forward through the concrete to create a spot of color in a grey canvas. Flowers are taking care of by their heavenly father.
Luke 12:28 And if God cares so wonderfully for flowers that are here today and thrown into the fire tomorrow, he will certainly care for you. Why do you have so little faith?