“Oh who can make a flower?
I’m sure I can’t can you?”
Father God, on a warm day a few days ago,
my husband and I went to the garden
to see what was going on.
The daffodils were up about three inches.
A hyacinth was showing buds.
A weed with tiny blue flowers bloomed.
In the house African violets, an orchid,
and declining poinsettias bloom.
Cut flowers from a birthday celebration fade.
Father God, we give thanks for flowers.
Their beauty reminds us of our heavenly home
and your care which always surrounds.
1 Peter 5:7
Cast all your anxieties on him, because he cares for you.