God waits to win back His own flowers as gifts from man’s hands.  ~Rabindranath Tagore

I do love many things, but it’s flowers and colors that speak to me most and in ways like none other.  Since childhood both of them have fueled my spirit, and now that I’m coming to know the Lord more and more, they encourage me to empty my mind of all that limits God and His divinely inspired possiblilities.  The Irish poet and teacher, John O’Donohue, asks us to “take time to celebrate the quiet miracles that seek no attention, ” and to that end I began planting and celebrating a host of colorful flowers long ago.  Now when I pull back the blinds to let in morning’s light, what I see in the garden almost takes my breath away.  I struggle even to whisper words of gratitude and praise, and for some time afterwards I want nothing more than to stay in Eden and linger in the Lord’s holiness.

Keep the eye of your spirit ever upon the Lord, the window of your soul open towards Him.  You have ever to know that all things are yours–that what is lovely He delights to give you.  ~Anonymous

The LORD is my strength and my song; he has become my salvation. He is my God, and I will praise him, my father’s God, and I will exalt him.  ~Exodus 15:2