Consider the Lilies….

We are still with our German family in Odenwald, Germany. It’s a bright, warm day, and I feel blessed to be here this time of year. This countryside knows how to celebrate Spring! My daughter-in-law just came in from a walk, this bouquet in hand – just for me 😊!! Wildflowers are everywhere, insignificant singly, but glorious in their millions, mostly white and yellow, joined every now and then by gorgeously scarlet poppies, dancing and waving in the slightest breeze. And dominating it all are seemingly endless fields of wheat, eagerly drinking in the sun in the rush to ripen before winter comes around again.

Naturally, I am reminded of the words of our Lord Jesus in the Sermon on the Mount: “Why worry about your clothing? Look at the lilies of the field and how they grow. They don’t work or make their clothing, yet Solomon in all his glory was not dressed as beautifully as they are. And if God cares so wonderfully for wildflowers that are here today and thrown into the fire tomorrow, he will certainly care for you. Why do you have so little faith? “

I confess that faith does not always come easy to me. There have been too many times I have thrown my hands to heaven in frustration at myself, crying, “Lord, I believe! Help my unbelief!” I think we don’t always understand that faith is a choice. I wonder how often someone has looked at me in wistful envy when I have spoken of a relationship with God, saying, “I wish I could believe like you do.” If only they knew! IF only they could see the size of my faith in my own eyes.

But then I look back over my life and ministry. Amazed at what HE has done in and through a woman with faith the size of a mustard seed, my spirit jumps for joy. With God, ALL things are possible when I choose to believe. And because I believe, I know. I know that He will complete the good work He started in me at the age of 7. I know that all things work together for the good of those who love Him and are called according to His purpose. I know that my Redeemer lives. I know that in my next life I will see Him face to face, and say, “Thank you for never giving up on me because of my mustard-seed.”

I know.

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