It seems this summer that there are flowers of different kinds blooming in profusion on the bushes and in the flower beds. Every branch laden down with its own kind of beauty.
Nature so often rejoices to reflect the character of the God who made it. Paul mentions this in his letter to the Roman Christians.
This reminds me of reading of the 'Prodigal God', likened to the longing father in the parable who showered kindness and gifts on his returning son. It seems to be in God to show forth His kindness and handiwork in reckless abandon, often unseen by the eye of man. God took great pleasure in seeing the universe take form, the fruit of His all-creating word and pronounced it 'good' at each stage.
We are without excuse and do well to do the same.
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