"God spoke in flowers, and I, who was waiting on words, almost missed the conversation." -Ingrid Goff-Maidoff
This observation is pure wisdom. We often are so determined that we know how, when, and where God is going to speak that we miss the clear, soft whispers.
Summer is in full bloom here in the Midwest. A walk in the neighborhood, or even in our own yard shows the splendor of the season. The King Tut grass has firework-like poofs. The pots are spilling with vines and color.
Someone once said, "The earth laughs in flowers." It is a great observation. Joyful and unexpected at times, flowers reflect the beauty of His Majesty. They are every color of the rainbow and so many scents, too.
"The flowers are springing up, the season of singing birds has come, and the cooing of turtledoves fills the air." - Song of Solomon 2:12
Today, I am grateful God speaks in flowers.
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