“Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow: they neither toil nor spin; and yet I say to you that even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these. Now if God so clothes the grass of the field, which today is, and tomorrow is thrown into the oven, will He not much more clothe you, O you of little faith?” Matthew 6:28-30
Daffodils in a neighbors yard - picture taken by my daughter
Today, I got to go with DH to pick up his vehicle from the shop. The drive through the countryside was spectacular. It would truly be hard to leave this area of the country in the spring! My eyes feasted on
- Rolling hills
- Red barns
- Green pastures
- Horses
- Forsythia
- Cows
- Redbuds
- Ponds
- Daffodils
- Streams
- Cherry blossoms
- Ancient stone walls
- Trees with the shadow of new leaves
It was supposed to be raining this afternoon, but the sun was shining around the dark clouds giving everything that special spring glow. I couldn’t help but glory in God’s creation!
If the Lord can clothe the earth in such splendor, surely I can trust Him to see that my needs are met. :-)
I want to invite you to the Mommie Daze Virtual Baby Shower that I am hosting May 15 to June 8. This is an international even and there are prizes! Stop by my blog for all the details.
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I enjoy your blog. I love the sites that encourage and lift people up. Thank you for being a beacon of light in this world of gloom. May God bless you today!
Windi
Thank you, Windi!
BTW, Windi, I tried to comment on your blog, but couldn’t find a way to do it, for some reason. I really liked your post on April 6 about the world of parenting. I don’t know what I’m doing, either, and I almost have 8 now!
This was my mother’s favorite verses, and I so often remember her quoting it during very difficult times. It saw her through many trials. The Lord took her home over nine years ago. Just seeing the verse again reminded me of her strong faith. Thank you.
What a wonderful memory of your mother! The faith of our mothers is a strong legacy, isn’t it?