When we lived in Jos, Nigeria we had a wonderful array of flowers always blessing us. There were trees on our street and in our yard that followed one another in a year-long parade of amazing colors, bright oranges, red and yellows; pastel pink and white and lavender. Yet only the daisies displayed their own shade of yellow throughout the rains, the scorching, sunny days and the harmattan dust. Often they stood tall and proud. Sometimes they knelt crushed by winds and rains or dogs and cats. Always they shone gloriously, just as their Maker had intended. May we take them as our model for our own lives. May we live on good days and bad to show forth His glory. He is worthy.
God made us to be worshipers.
That was the purpose of bringing us into the world.
There they grew bright yellow every day
Heralding the pathway welcoming
Friends and family and guests
Even though they often drooped with thirst
Or were beaten down by rain or hail
Or crushed when dogs sought their bedding cool,
They welcomed the morning sun by standing tall
Multiplying and spreading for their pleasure
Dancing lovely in the breeze His praises,
Deep they yellowed with His glory; they made us smile
Even though the dust in vain sought to hide them
For they were heralds welcoming our King.
November 3, 2017
Matthew 6: 28b-29
Consider the lilies of the filed,
how they grow: they neither toil nor spin,
yet I tell you,
even Solomon in all his glory was
not arrayed like one of these.