Flowers remind me of the beauty in my Father’s World every single time I see them.
Roses in particular.
Each and every bloom starts off with the tiniest of buds. Slowly it grows and then one day you are rewarded with a tightly furled bud – just a small glimpse of what she will become. Over the days the rose reaches out, uncurls and morphs into a laid-back version of it’s former self until it wilts and falls away. And then time and time again the same story is played out. Another and another bloom begins, shines and then wilts.
Today I am thankful for those moments of just being able to stop and literally smell and watch the roses. There is always so much going on in our lives today. So much to think of, so many things to watch the clock for. Time stands still when you allow yourself to just stop. Stop and admire what is around you and consider what an amazing Creator we have.