Learn from the way the wild flowers grow. They do not work or spin. But I tell you that not even Solomon in all his splendor was clothed like one of them. If God so clothes the grass of the field, which grows today and is thrown into the oven tomorrow, will he not much more provide for you, O you of little faith?Matthew 6:28-30
Every spring, the rolling hills that surround my hometown are painted with color as the wildflowers begin to bloom. First the yellow of mustard, then the purples and blues of vetch and lupine, the bright pink of clarkia, the orange of poppies. I’ve always been fascinated by wildflowers. Each one is unique, one of a kind. The incredible variety makes me marvel at God’s craftsmanship—He not only created the mighty mountains and vast ocean but carefully designed every detail of these tiny flowers.
Yet the delicacy of the wildflowers belies their resilience. Here in wildfire country they are known as “fire followers.” They are often the first plants to grow after devastating fires sweep the land, bringing beauty back to places of desolation. The super blooms that follow in the wake of fires are one of nature’s most breathtaking displays. Even on blackened hillsides dotted with the charred remains of trees, wildflowers bloom without fail.
So why did I choose to name my blog Talking to Wildflowers? I believe that deeper truths are revealed to us through nature, if we are quiet enough to listen, if we look closely enough to see. And the lesson that wildflowers have to teach us is one that this world desperately needs. St. Thérèse of Lisieux once said, “If every tiny flower wanted to be a rose, spring would lose its loveliness.” There is beauty and strength in diversity. Each of us was created to be unique and perfect, with gifts and talents that only we can bring to the world. We will not be defeated by fire. We will rise, and we will bloom.