When my husband sends me flowers, it’s his way of reminding me how much he loves me. God does the same thing. He brought me lilacs, then snowballs, then the baptisma, the tiger lilies and spiders wort.
Then he brought me the hydrangea blossoms in an outrageous display of his love!
As the summer ends, the pink, blue, yellow, reds and fuschia zinnias, black-eyed Susans, crepe myrtles and a second blooming of the lavender – and still the hydrangeas are blooming.
He didn’t just plant them. He designed them, created them, grew them, started it all years and years and years ago before our grandparents were born and their grandparents all the way back to the beginning, all for me and you – and our children’s children, too!
God loves us quiet and still, bold and outrageous! Are you paying attention? Look around! Do you see it? It’s right there – outside us and inside, too!