Fiery orange burned amongst the feathery green leaves. Rich and bright colors rising from the cool earth. A miracle. A seed planted from a plant long drowned by the flooded river. Forgotten. Buried. Left.
Yet, the LORD knew. He remembered. He grew it with the loving diligence of the Father who never forgets His children. None are ever lost.
When the sky darkened and rainy days seemed unending, it should have washed away, but the hand of the LORD kept it firm in the wet soil that could have drowned it.
It made its home where it was planted and grew, despite its adversity- heedless of the odds against its survival.
It grew. A reminder of God's sovereignty over despair, calamity, and death. Its petals proclaim the glory of God. Its emerald branches reach to heaven in thanksgiving to the Maker who brought it thus far.
"Our God is great," it proclaims. With all of creation, it joins the song singing of His loving care.
It reminds me that we plant, but God provides the harvest. God brings life from death. He accomplishes the impossible.
When sorrows ravage our soul, fear tries to drown us, and the weight of the world's brokenness flays our spirit, creation preaches to us a better word.
Be comforted dear Christian. Plant in faith, though your hands are worn and soiled. Our eyes will see the glory of the LORD when He works a miracle from our pitiful offering. The LORD will bring forth good where the Enemy meant destruction. We will taste and see His goodness for He is our hope. Jesus will never let us go.
"I sought the Lord , and He answered me and delivered me from all my fears. Those who look to Him are radiant, and their faces shall never be ashamed. This poor man cried, and the Lord heard him and saved him out of all his troubles. The angel of the Lord encamps around those who fear Him, and delivers them."
Psalms 34:4-7 ESV