A few years back during my morning time of meditation, I was looking out into our backyard and I noticed that all our flowers had decided to say, ‘Glory, Glory, Glory’! The sun had finally come out from 37 days of rain and 37 inches. It was a wet time in Oklahoma (where we lived at the time) and broke every record.
Sitting there I watched as the flowers all joyfully welcomed the sun from the early morning in the east to the late sun in the west by afternoon. The little orange butterflies had the same color as the flowers as is so with so many species. They were busy touching each flower and bush and investigating every plant in the yard. How does this happen? I don’t know. I just know it does and that’s O.K. with me, and so I agree with the flowers, ‘Glory, Glory, Glory!’
I am learning more and more not to need the answer for what happens in nature. It just happens. What I want is to experience every intricate detail I can with the same refrain as the flowers and the little orange butterflies, ‘Glory, Glory, Glory’!
“And why do you worry about clothes? Consider how the wild flowers grow. They neither work nor weave, but I tell you that even Solomon in all his glory was never arrayed like one of these!” Jesus