Wildflowers are my favorite.
They are one of the ways God reminds me of His love.
Thus, Spring in Texas becomes a season of being overwhelmed by the Father’s sweet love. And frequent stops to take in the beauty.
What I especially love about wildflowers though is that unlike roses or other flowers grown in a garden, they do not rely on human hands for strength or security. Nor, do we ever really know where they will appear. Instead, they grow where the Father plants them, and are cared for by Him alone.
They are a reminder of how He cares for me.
“And why do you worry about clothes? See how the flowers of the field grow. They do not labor or spin. 29 Yet I tell you that not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these. 30 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? 31 So do not worry, saying, ‘What shall we eat?’ or ‘What shall we drink?’ or ‘What shall we wear?’ 32 For the pagans run after all these things, and your heavenly Father knows that you need them. 33 But seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well. 34 Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own.” – Matthew 6: 28-34