I have a whole batch of
black-eyed susans growing outside my house.
I planted the wildflowers there a few years back. It had always reminded
me of our family vacations up north in St Ignace, Michigan. Outside the little
white cabin the black-eyed susans scattered the landscape along with wild
daisies instilling a feeling of carefree joy.
It reminds me of my childhood where that simple faith and happiness
rested. I felt contented just gazing at those simple flowers and it inspired a
song reminding me of God’s care and faithfulness to us and to the nature He
created for His glory.
Matthew 6:25-34
25 “Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your
life, what you will eat or drink; or about your body, what you will wear. Is
not life more than food, and the body more than clothes? 26 Look
at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and
yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they? 27 Can
any one of you by worrying add a single hour to your life?
28 “And
why do you worry about clothes? See how the flowers of the field grow. They do
not labor or spin. 29 Yet I tell you that not even Solomon in all his
splendor was dressed like one of these. 30 If
that is how God clothes the grass of the field, which is here today and
tomorrow is thrown into the fire, will he not much more clothe you—you of
little faith? 31 So do not worry, saying, ‘What shall we eat?’ or
‘What shall we drink?’ or ‘What shall we wear?’ 32 For
the pagans run after all these things, and your heavenly Father knows that you
need them. 33 But
seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be
given to you as well. 34 Therefore do not worry about
tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of
its own.
Watching Over Me
Becki J Buescher
Blue bird floating
Beneath the morning sun
Wrapped in hues of feathered
cerulean
With a faithful hand, God provides for you
Black-eyed Susan
How lovely is your crown
Clothed in splendor with
shades of gold and brown
To His delight, you are
beautiful
Oh, how my
heart sings
In natures symphony
No need to worry 'bout a thing
God's watching over me
Watching over me
Rain clouds drift in
Relieving rain it brings
Satisfying even the deepest greens
The mighty oak tree raise
their limbs in praise
I am His beloved
Oh how He loves me so
More than I will ever know
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