It's so easy to 'shut
God out' in the busyness of our days,
to forget that He is our constant
He never leaves us.
Yet He has given us so many everyday aids to make us aware of His
For me it's colours, and right now with wild flowers in abundance it's
to be able to go walking admiring His handiwork.
The numerous yellows and oranges remind of the sun.
Those with deep brown centres. . . the earth.
The deep blues ... the oceans.
The light blues. . . the skies.
The tiny blue and white flowers....the stars.
The feathery white ones....the clouds.
All remind me of our Creator God.
The white daisies with yellow centres remind of eggs, food, and I think
of God our provider.
The white flowers .....the purity of His unconditional love.
The many purples, particularly the wild orchids, make me think of his
royalty and majesty.
The greens of rosemary, thyme, mint, other herbs and their fragrances
remind me of God our healer.
These colours, with others, combine to form the colours of the rainbow.
reminding us of the faithfulness of His promises.
Could go on and on, but the flower which tells me the most wonderful
story is the poppy.
It's obvious isn't it. . . those bright red petals remind me of the
blood Jesus shed for me at Calvary,
the final sacrifice, the cruel price He paid, for my salvation. Our
Also it tells another inspiring story.
The seed of the poppy can lie dormant for years! But when the ground is
disturbed or freshly turned, the seed springs into life and come the
appointed season bursts into bloom.
That's why we often see swathes of poppies on the sides of new
motorways, or here in Spain,
around the numerous parcelas recently cut
out of the hillsides.
This reminds me of God's faithfulness to prayer.
Sometimes when we're praying for someone to accept Jesus as their
we may think that he hasn't heard our prayer as the years pass
and nothing seems to happen.
But as with the poppy, the seed is sown, it is not dead, but waiting on
in His season, for the Holy Spirit to 'awaken', turnover,
the seed resting in that precious soul so it bursts into life and
blossoms into fruitfulness.
Teaching me not only to be faithful and patient in prayer, but to trust
Our God of faithfulness.