I
almost missed them. Tucked in amongst the large, showy flowers.
The
tiny hand prints of God. Perfect specimens of His utter creativity.
My smallest finger nail would surround these blossoms with room to
spare. Yet here they were, yellow splendor dancing in the breeze.
He
is a God of details.
We
often talk of His might. Of His great-ness. Of His large-ness. He can
become so looming, we are overwhelmed by His vastness. And then we
wonder how He could possibly care about the events in our lives. How
could such an insignificant thing interest Him?
Here
was a reminder of God's interest in the little things. Why else
would He create such dainty blooms? Most would walk by these. Or
ignore them to feast upon the larger blossoms. The greater display.
I
delighted in these petite flowers. They whispered sweet to me.
Our
God is a God of details. Intimately acquainted with all our ways.
Psalm 139:3
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