Flowers Make Me Happy

     I've been posting photos of my flowers. I often do. I love flowers! I have always been so enamored with their bright cheeriness. They make me smile from the inside out. When I was a kid I always dreamed of finding my own secret garden like Frances Hodgson Burnett's Mary Lennox did.

     I'll have to settle for a deck garden. But no matter. Front porch and deck planters spilling over with blossoms are so gorgeous and a lot easier to manage than an English country garden the size of a castle. 

Spring is such a magical time. And I have Spring Fever in a big way.

With a little care, my flowers are jauntily blooming right where I put them. And they fragrance the very air surrounding them so beautifully. Some even ward off mosquitos and other pests. What's not to love?

They are also my moment by moment symbol of the promise of care that God gives us in Matt 6. We don't have to be overly anxious about so many things. I tend to worry, fret, and let anxiety take over. Flowers are a little blessing that remind me not to.

Matt 6: 28-29 Consider the lilies of the field, 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.