A daily dose of God’s touch in a minute…
Sophia Lorena Benjamin
It has been raining out here for the past one week. A warm cup of chai in hand, each morning I look forward to open the bedroom door. It feels pleasantly nice, to stand in the balcony, overlooking the dense greenery that has lushed up lately due to continuous rains.
In the middle of these wild bushes, I can notice, prominently, random creepers of morning glory; the blue/ violet colored flowers.
The stunning sight is short-lived. Somehow, I love it. The full bloom, though, lasts only a while, early in the morning. A couple of hours later, the flowers curl up a bit, fade and wither. The beauty is momentary. Every time I see their withered form, one question pops my mind ‘Are these flowers created only for a few hours of beauty? Couldn’t they be alive the whole day?’ I guess not. How else would I learn practically then, that He has put in much effort and detail even into those things which last only a few hours. How much more me, who is made into His own image? For whom He sent His only son to die for? How else would I be reminded of the below verse?
Consider how the wild flowers grow. They do not labor or spin. Yet I tell you, not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these. If that is how God clothes the grass of the field, which is here today, and tomorrow is thrown into the fire, how much more will he clothe you—you of little faith! And do not set your heart on what you will eat or drink; do not worry about it. For the pagan world runs after all such things, and your Father knows that you need them. But seek his kingdom, and these things will be given to you as well. Do not be afraid, little flock, for your Father has been pleased to give you the kingdom.
Luke chapter 12 (NIV)