Yellow. Blue. White. Pink. Lavender. Red. I wasn’t just naming colors – but rather, marveling at the variety of small spring flowers that decorated both sides along the path I was walking this past Sunday. It’s true what they say – that for a short time Israel is as green as Ireland! The desert is transformed after the rainy season, and what is usually barren, rocky, dry, and brownish-grey becomes a flourishing, lush and vividly green landscape. Spring is always something to marvel at. Every tiny flower is so precious. They push their way up out of the rocky ground and dance in the sunlight during their short life. These delicate flowers – fleeting beauties – remind me that my life too is brief, that my life is a gift from the Creator.
“Notice how the flowers grow. They do not toil or spin. But I tell you, not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of them. If God so clothes the grass in the field that grows today and is thrown into the oven tomorrow, will he not much more provide for you, O you of little faith?” (Luke 12: 27 – 28)
God speaks to me through creation. It is His gift to me. A Creator so in love with us, that He never stops giving. A Creator so in love that He promises us not just a temporary earthly life, as the beautiful flowers of the fields, but an eternal life. When was the last time you paused to gaze down at the wild flowers and marvel at their beauty?
