I love to run to the mountains. Growing up in Colorado, I’ve always found rest in God’s magnificent creation: where the earth and sky meet.
Many of my days are spent struggling with my health. Talking to doctors and getting no where, but always having a new prescription to add to my collection. As a result, I often find myself worrying. I have come to the conclusion that I am wasting a great amount of my time for nothing and all this worry is only a demonstration of my lack of faith.
As I sat on a stump marveling at God’s creation this Memorial Day weekend, I prayed. I was reminded of the lilies: flowers that grow in the wild with no one tending to them. There they looked back at me with brilliant colors and their petals open wide praising God for His magnificence. They were not worried for rain or sunshine, but completely surrendered to their fate as the Father has created them for this time and for me to see. They didn’t even protest when I placed them on the stump that I sat on when I prayed. Lilies don’t get to experience eternal life so their fate was sealed when I plucked them. Mine, however, is in the capable hands of my Father.
Mathew 6:25-34 is a passage of scripture I am only now beginning to understand. With arms wide open, I praise the One who is the Author and Finisher of my faith.