Good morning!

Every morning I hold the outside door open on the south side of our building for our pre-K students and greet our friends as they enter school for the day.
Thanks to our mild winter and recent rain, the grass is beginning to grow. Or the weeds, I should say. This is the view I saw to my left as I looked out the door this morning. A field of purple.


And every morning I have to gently remind a few little girls gathering flowers for their teachers to “leave nature in nature” and come inside before they are late for class.


To many the arrival of these weeds means a call to Chemlawn or a trip to Home Depot for Weed and Feed. But to me they are a beautiful bouquet gathered by tiny hands with love. ♡

There’s just something about a wildflower. It springs forth from the dormant, cold, hard ground after a season of desolate Winter. It grows freely as the warmth of the Spring sun touches the earth without human intervention into a vibrant burst of color.

I’m kind of a wildflower myself these days. I feel like I have sprung forth from a couple of seasons of cold, hard winters in my life so to speak. Times of loss and heartbreak. The warmth of God’s love has touched me so that I am springing forth without human intervention more like a weed, but one hand picked by God, still considered very much a thing of beauty in His eyes.

How about you?

Do you see yourself as the lovely rose grown in a greenhouse nurtered daily by botanists or a wildflower springing forth wherever God may scatter you?

Whichever best describes you, just know,  you are beautiful in God’s eyes regardless. Your beauty will shine forth to others no matter where you have been planted or when you may bloom.

I encourage each of you to see the beauty in everything.  Especially in God’s nature. Even the weeds. And the wildflowers. Sometimes it takes looking through the eyes of a child to recognize it, but it’s there. Never underestimate the wildflower. And don’t forget, God’s always preferred the nobodies.

11 For as the earth bursts with spring wildflowers, and as a garden cascades with blossoms, So the Master, God, brings righteousness into full bloom and puts praise on display before the nations.
Isaiah 61:11

Love and laughter,



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