βAnd why do you worry about clothes? See how the flowers of the field grow. They do not labor or spin.Yet I tell you that not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these.” Matthew 6:28,29
I have been contemplating the weeds in our yard. They made me think of this verse…. quiet, unassuming, seemingly good for nothing….
… yet still beautiful, in their small, unobtrusive way.
Who decides what is a weed? I suppose the level of invasiveness has something to do with it. Perhaps what I am seeing as beautiful is also destructive in some way – I’m not a good enough gardener to know π
Here’s what I saw today –
These have tiny little flowers, a few mms across. They’re dotted about the place, looking happy.
This one has a tiny purple flower. I couldn’t find one open… it’s normally a similar size to the yellow one. They hide in amongst the grass, occasionally flashing a bit of colour.
At least three different types – a mini garden!
So, what do I get from this? Maybe that I should shine.. sparkle with colour… even if no-one notices. That I should, like the weeds, or the lilies of the field, shine for my King, regardless! π














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