I love wildflowers.

We don’t have many in our fields, but if I take a walk down our country road on a June morning, there are plenty to bring home.

So many colors. Shapes. Textures. Sizes. Even the grass is worth picking and putting into a vase.

And no one planted these. They’re not there by anyone’s design. The only reason they exist is because God loves wildflowers, too. And that amazes me.

There’s a lot to be learned about the character and nature of God in this little jar of flowers, if you think about it. I think that’s why I love them so much. Something about each perfect shade, each lovely petal brings me incredible comfort and peace.

Oh, how He loves us so.