Wildflower blessings
They’re just the reminder I needed. As I head out on the trails of a state park today, all my boxes are checked. Sunny and cool. Empty trails. Occasional views. Bountiful birdsong. And surprising flowers. Wildflowers are the delight of spring hikes. Today is no exception. These tiny blossoms are easily identified by my phone as Virginia Springbeauty, which is a pleasantly direct name, though not as whimsical as its alternate, fairy spud. (Inspired by their little tubers, no doubt.) I stop and photograph the first cluster I see. But as I walk, I realize that they are everywhere. They accent the brown, leaf-littered carpet of the forest with bright points of color. They start me thinking about blessings. If you were to ask me in this moment to list God’s blessings in my life, I would surely start with the big ones. Breath. Health. Salvation. My wife. These are the long-lasting gifts. Put in terms of this park, they are the river vistas: impressive and reliable reminder...
