Intimate sounds of talking flowers. Side by side they talk for hours.
Time spent immersed in God’s creation paints a picture of nature in all its abundant glory. A picture that can be as simple as two flowers in a pot or as magnificent as the natural vistas that call as to explore beyond visible horizons.
Of all the whispers in all the wildest places; that God whispers at all, is a miracle of Grace!
That He still speaks to us, speaks volumes of His sacrifice.
If we could but hear the conversations of the flower faces, discern the words of the Robin’s melody, we could write their lyrics. So to, for the cricket’s chirp, the frog’s croak and the leave’s rustle. We would hear voices of continuous praise for their creator and fill pages of song sheets with their words.
If only we could be more like them. Just talking faces in a pot, praising God for being able to blossom! Thanking Him for being the Gardener that cares for us so diligently and faithfully.
