Finding God in the outdoors is easy. His fingerprints are all over His creation. We learn so many lessons about His character when we stop and listen.
A remote village creates beauty out of recycled trash. God, the Great Recycler does the same thing.
Drooping. Lifeless. Abandoned. Destined for the trash. Appropriate word choices for the plant sitting on the bargain rack of our local home improvement garden section. But you wouldn’t describe these flowering petunias with those same words, would you? Yet that pathetic description fit this hanging plant perfectly when I bought it a couple of weeks ago. Could it bloom again? Would it form soft, lilac petals again on its tired, worn stems?