Why my tulip magnolia reminds me of God

Soft sprouting petals fade from dark to light pink. More signs of spring appear in my yard: the daffodils shake their perky yellow cups; flowering quince bursts in a mass of tiny coral petals; next, the cherry tree blooms fuchsia, then the flowering dogwoods, the tulips, and azaleas follow, all various shades of pinks, whites, and purples. I remember that God is faithful. (Maybe that's why He goes to all this trouble?) I meditate on my Creator and His creation. I smile with joy and hope.
Every year, my yard follows the same pattern. Trees bloom faithfully in their prescribed order, always new and yet somehow predictable. They bud, they bloom, they drop their petals, they leaf, they provide shade from the summer heat. Always timely and surprisingly glorious.

Thank you, God.
"The grass withers, and the flowers fall, but the word of our God endures forever."--Isaiah 40:8
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