My husband doesn't bring me flowers.  It's my own fault.

It was over 40 years ago, when he stood at the door with a big smile, as he extended his gift to me with a "Happy Anniversary."

My reply, "Did you get those from the funeral home?"

Yup!  That is what I said word for word.

Not only that, when he tried to persuade me that he purchased the gift, I went on to accused him of getting the plant for free at the funeral home because he had participated in a funeral that day.

The fact was he had saw the blooming plant at a stand along side the road on his way home.  He thought the plant was beautiful, and he wanted to share that beauty with me.

I, however, did not think the plant was beautiful.

Even as I retell this story, I'm ashamed of myself!  I did not appreciate this gift from my husband nor see the beauty in the blooming plant.

In Matthew 6:28 it says, "See how the flowers of the field grow."

How often do we really take the time to see the beauty of God's creation?  Do we really appreciate the creative genius of our God?

The Bible tells us that not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these...(blooming flowers).  If this is how God shows His care for a flower, how much more does He care for us who are created in His image?

We are precious in His sight, so why should we worry what other people think of us.  The eyes of this world have an artificial standard of beauty, but our creator see's our value.  His eyes warm with love when He looks at us.

When my husband presented that blooming flower to me all those years ago, I didn't see the beauty of his gift or God's creation.  But I'm thankful our Heavenly Father doesn't look through the lens of my eyes.

We are uniquely created and redeemed through the blood of Jesus which enables us to bloom whatever our circumstances may be.  We have the ability to bloom wherever He plants us.

Whatever season of life you are in today, remember God created you to bloom!

My friend took the picture below just a few weeks ago and posted it on Facebook.  She said I could use it, and I think it speaks for itself.

(Photo Credit Candi Korpi.)


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