God’s beauty is everywhere. In creation, the laughter of my children, the lone bud bursting forth from the green shrub in my yard. If I look with eyes wide open, I can see it. It’s all around me, often catching me by surprise, springing forth when I least expect it. Even in the midst of darkness and times of uncertainty, there is beauty to be found.
I wasn’t born with a green thumb. Matter of fact, I cringe when I am given fresh flowers or a beautiful plant. Such things in my home have been known to expire before they’ve ever had a chance. Keeping flowers