These little beauties are growing in abundance in all of the fields and have been living -- at the time of this writing -- perkily and pristinely in a little glass of water for four days, with nary a sign of soon demise. Not minutes. Not hours. DAYS.
[Postscript: Now twelve days. Fresh and pretty as day one.]
And why take ye thought for raiment? Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow; they toil not, neither do they spin: And yet I say unto you, That even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these. Wherefore, if God so clothe the grass of the field, which to day is, and to morrow is cast into the oven, shall he not much more clothe you, O ye of little faith? ~Matthew 6:28-30
1 comment:
Weeds?? Those can't be weeds!! They're bea-utiful!!!! I was going to send you a picture of the weeds growing in the pasture next to our house, but they just don't compare. Amazing, everyday, wonders of God!! Ü
Post a Comment