If a little flower could speak, it seems to me that it would tell us quite simply all that God has done for it.St Therese of Lisieux
May is here, and I love the flowers that come with this lovely spring season. Everywhere I look, I see vibrant tulips and playful dandelions. The world is so much more colorful and cheerful now that flowers are blooming. Anyone who knows me knows that I love flowers. I love giving them, getting them, planting them, taking pictures of them, and holding them. Flowers make me smile and warm my heart for a few big reasons.
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1 Mom and Dad taught me to love flowers.
Mom and Dad passed down their love of flowers to me as I grew up watching and helping them plant flowers. My Dad had a miniature rose garden in the front yard when I was little. At three years old, walking around the garden and looking at all the different colors was an adventure. Our backyard overflowed with flowers. Annuals lined the perimeter of our yard, and a garden of various flowers bloomed in the corner. At 9 years old, I picked them and arranged them in lovely bouquets for the kitchen table. I learned from my Mom and Dad to value flowers. They taught me to take care of them and to appreciate their beauty.
2 Their beauty reminds me of God.
The transcendental that I relate to the most is beauty. This means that beautiful things help me think of God. Flowers are such a lovely part of his creation. They open my eyes to his creativity and his gentleness. He creates such gorgeous masterpieces out of such small little things. When I see a flower, no matter what kind it is, I remember God’s generosity as he shares his art with us.
3 They help me encounter God.
When you see a work of art, you want to know the artist. You see a painting and want to know who painted it. You see a dance and want to know the choreographer. I see flowers and I long to know their creator. I look at flowers that are so different, like roses, lilies, daisies, sunflowers, and forget-me-nots, and I remember how creative our Lord is to make an array flowers so beautiful in their own way. I think if the Lord made every kind of flower differently beautiful, then as his most precious flowers, we’re our own kind of beautiful as well. I remember Luke 12:27, which mentions how the Lord provides for us just as much as he provides for the flowers. There are so many parables that include nature or agriculture, like the Sower and the Seed and the Vine and the Branches. Because of this, I like to imagine God as a gardener who takes care of us like his flowers. He’s patient with us and helps us to grow. He meets our needs and helps us to bear fruit. He loves us ceaselessly without us having to earn his love. Every flower that I encounter is a bouquet from the love of my life, my Heavenly Father.
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