The one who would spend his days passing by the flowers of the field without marveling at their beauty has forgotten his sense and has wasted his senses. Those who's gaze can be pulled away from the beaten path of stress and success have discovered an endless array of wonder...so much so that the things that are seen have been worshiped by those who are seeing and yet cannot actually see. And the ones who would day by day ignore the beauty of the earth have possibly found the thing they admire most instead is the one who stares back at them from the mirror.
Both have gone astray...
The ancient writer Peter, while quoting a still older source, said this,
"All flesh is like grass and all its glory like the flower of the grass. The grass withers, and the flower falls, but the word of the Lord remains forever."
All of what is seen is passing away so it seems strange to me that for millions of people the enjoyment of the beauty that they see terminates at the object of their sight.
My friends, this should not be...
Because we have preferred the things that have been made over the one who made them we have fallen under the contempt of our maker and have been given over to fill up our desires with everything under the sun.
Like the flowers of the field we will return to the dust; but in a way that is unlike anything else that has been made we will have to deal with the maker of all things. Where then is our hope?
"I lift my eyes to the hills. From where does my help come..."
My help comes from the very one who made heaven and earth! And this same maker, who said,
"Though your sins be as scarlet...
also said,
...they shall be whiter than snow."
I was fortunate to see the beauty of a flower under the blanket of the snow, and I bless the one who's beauty far surpasses all of what has been made because it all has been made by the same one, who, along with his words, will never fade away...
"Believe in the one who's crimson flow can wash you so you can be whiter than snow."
Beautiful! Zannie
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