Our son, Ben, and his family are in transition and while they move they have been here for chunks of time over the past three weeks or so. His sister, Bethanie, and her two children joined us for a weekend for some “cousin heaven” as we like to call it. So we’ve had grandchildren in and out of our home and noticed something fun as a result.
Wildflowers (and flowers in general) are a connection to the children. They are like a treasure waiting to be found and the kids wander in the pasture grasses and flower beds around the house picking the blooms to share with mom and dad or nana and papa. We share the flower names with them and point out how God created each flower and each of them beautifully unique.
Little bouquets are carried into the house and left in glasses on the counter top or table. It is an act of love and a source of pure joy to share the beautiful wildflowers. My heart melts when I see them, especially after they leave, a quiet reminder of our time together.
The first bouquet of flowers my husband gave to me when we were dating was a bouquet of wildflowers that he had picked while out checking cattle in the pasture earlier that day. They were in a tin can and had a hand made card attached. His kind heart, the flowers and the pair of Wranglers he was wearing stole my heart. He is still the kindest man I know, wears Wranglers and brings me wildflowers 34 years later.
Flowers touch the heart. They are a gift from God that bring us joy and connect us to one another. I’ve often thought how fun it would be to deliver flowers. Who wouldn’t want to receive a bouquet of flowers from someone who cares, in times of celebration and especially in times of sorrow? Perhaps there is someone you know that would benefit from a little bouquet today.
Thank you, Lord, for speaking to us through the beauty of wildflowers so that we may use them to connect with the hearts of others.
This brought tears to my eyes as I remember gla#ses and glasses of flowers brought by tiny hands. Treasures.