What Did Jesus Teach about Wildflowers?

“Wait! Sorry guys – here’s another one!”

“Okay, I’m coming – oh! Another! And another!”

The boys stood patiently as our short afternoon hike was again interrupted. By Kelly and me. We just couldn’t help it.

It started with a small patch of mountain bluebells. We were all trekking along at a brisk pace, the way we like to hike, when I stopped dead in my tracks. The flowers, some of them so blue they seemed to glow, were too stunning to pass by. But when I got out my camera to get a shot, I noticed more flowers. We would only go a few feet and there would be another. Blue, purple, pink, white, yellow, orange, magenta, red, burgundy, green, and even some small black ones. The shapes were as varied as the colors. Some, like the bluebells, were, well, bell-shaped! Others were like the pom-pom on top of a winter hat. Some shone like the sun, blazing upward from the grass. There was even one kind that, if you peered closely, looked exactly like a stack of elephant heads!

Kelly and I were breathless with excitement as we crouched this way and that to try to capture the beauty in each of the flowers.

“Did you see this?” We would ask each other.

“Oooooh! Look at the color of this one!” We tried not to push each other over in our effort to see.

Thus began my mission to try to photograph every variety of wildflower we found during our travels this past spring. In Colorado alone, I captured 68 kinds. And I know I missed some.

As we examined all the different colors and varieties of flowers, I couldn’t help but think about the God Who made them. Many times, when we are out in creation, I am in awe of God’s might and power in the stormy clouds, the towering mountains, or the crashing waves. But here amongst the flowers my heart was touched by the tenderness with which these were crafted. So delicate they can shrivel in the sun or be crushed in my fingers, yet they are allowed to thrive for a short time each spring with a beauty that surpasses anything man could make.

I am reminded of Jesus’ teaching in Matthew 6, where He says that although the flowers are loved and tended, we are much more so. Again and again as I walk through the vibrant colors, I see that I have nothing to do but look to God and seek His will. He will take care of me. I need not fret or worry or strive, but instead live so that others will praise Him.

For, like the flowers, I am allowed to live on this earth for a short time. My life is a fleeting breath and then it is gone.

Each and every wildflower, from the stunning columbine to the humble dandelion, is a reminder that God is a loving and compassionate Father and that I must use my short time here to bring honor and glory to Him.

See Matthew 6:25-34; Psalm 103:13-18

Photos by Jenny Venturo

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