And 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 even Solomon in all his splendor was not dressed like one of these. If that is how God clothes the grass of the field, which is here today and tomorrow is thrown into the fire, will he not much more clothe you–you of little faith? (Matthew 6:28-30)

Once upon a spring, my family went on a wildflower hike.  It was, in a word, wowifying. The sight of all those beautiful flowers–some of them no bigger than a dime–brought this verse to mind.

Wildflower time is short in SoCal. After a few weeks, the blooms are spent, the flowers dead, the hills returned to their normal shade of California Gold

which always reminds me of brown.

Still, God chose to make the flowers beautiful. He made them more beautiful and delicate and intricate and lovely and spectacular than I can describe with words like beautiful and delicate and intricate and lovely and spectacular.

God did not make flowers in his image.  He did not send his Son to redeem flowers.  Flowers are not the temple of the Holy Spirit.

Flowers are not his Beloved.

That would be you.

So, if God gave that much attention to glorified grass…

Yeah–I think he’s got you covered.

Happy Thursday, Beloved.