If ye then be not able to do that thing which is least, why take ye thought for the rest? Consider the lilies how they grow: they toil not, they spin not; and yet I say unto you, that Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these. If then God so clothe the grass, which is to day in the field, and to morrow is cast into the oven; how much more will he clothe you, O ye of little faith? Luke 12:26-28
Thank you Lord for the field of buttercups that I walk through every morning.
Thank you Lord for the flower baskets that hang on my porch.
Lord, you are my Rose of Sharon and the Lily of the Valley….the Chiefest of Ten Thousand.
Thank you Lord for my salvation and the assurance that I will see you face to face, someday.