“From palest pinks and yellows to deepest reds and purples God enbues all the world with color to delight our eyes, to show His wonder and His glory and to say He cares.”
The iris raise stems like arrows from their green sword leaves. The buds are arrowheads of color. Like the pointy tips of new crayons. They stand in the spring rain and the first warm sunny days to suddenly burst from their confines and pose. The three top petals touch their tips like a ballerina with her hands arched over her head. The three lower petals open like windows for bees.
The bearded iris is a favorite flower of the south. She comes in many colors and sizes and she sways in the wind and blooms for all to see. Then each stalk gives another bud room to open and another and yet another.
Such colors––as many as a soul could imagine and textures soft as silk. Iris stand tall to salute the morning. They are like ladies all dressed up for a party or a dance with frills and ruffles. With ribbons and bows, makeup and acessories, after a shower holding raindrops like shimmering jewels.
We feel dull compared to the beauty of the flowers, yet I know that to our Father we are precious as our own children are to us. We are beautiful to him. We are special and when He looks at us He sees each with the eyes of love. We are His art, His creations every one. He loves us and He values us. The Bible says we should not worry about what we will eat or what we will wear because God cares about the flowers of the field and clothes them lavishly. It says we are far more precious to God than they.
“The earth has yielded its produce; God, our God, blesses us. God blesses us, that all the ends of the earth may fear Him.”Psalm 67:6-7