My precious children have been bringing the beauty of my hydrangea bush, and other little flowers, into the house! I’ve been delighted with the bouquets they have brought me. Since flowers fade so quickly, I have snapped some photos that will last much longer. 🙂
I’m so thankful that my children think of me, and the enjoyment that flowers bring me, while they are out playing. Even more, I’m thankful for the pudgy fists that grasp each bouquet and hand it to me with beaming faces! They will only be little for a little while, and I want to enjoy each moment.
They might be just weeds, or flowers from a bush in my yard, but they become so much more when they are plucked by tiny hands. They become infused with the love of the child who picks them, and that is priceless.
I’m reminded that, while flowers fade, God’s word will not. I pray that the little hands and fingers which gently picked flowers for their undeserving mother, will one day gently turn the pages of God’s Word as adults.
Isaiah. 40:8 The grass withereth, the flower fadeth: but the word of our God shall stand for ever.
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Precious!
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