31 Days: The rest of wild flowers 

Yesterday I wrote about the Sabbath being a day of delight in the Lord. And one way I experienced that delight was to explore and photograph wild flowers growing by the side of the road. These tiny flowers are quite something in their unique detail and beauty.

It’s late in the season and some of the native orchids have already sprung up and died off. There’s only a small window of opportunity to see them before they’re gone and you have to wait for another year.

It reminds me that we are far more precious to God than the wild flowers, so if he cares for them enough to dress them so beautifully, how much more will he take care of our needs.

If we trust him instead of worrying about where and how we’re going to get our needs met, our trust leads us into rest.

Matthew 6:25-30

“… I tell you not to worry about everyday life—whether you have enough food and drink, or enough clothes to wear. Isn’t life more than food, and your body more than clothing? Look at the birds. They don’t plant or harvest or store food in barns, for your heavenly Father feeds them. And aren’t you far more valuable to him than they are? Can all your worries add a single moment to your life?

And why worry about your clothing? Look at the lilies of the field and how they grow. They don’t work or make their clothing, yet Solomon in all his glory was not dressed as beautifully as they are. And if God cares so wonderfully for wildflowers that are here today and thrown into the fire tomorrow, he will certainly care for you.

The Rhythm of Rest
This is Day 19 of The Rhthym of Rest series (the Write 31 Days challenge).

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