Recently, I spent a weekend catching up on yard work. I mowed, swept, shoveled, raked, and weeded. Call it spirituality amongst the dandelions.
I marvel at the variety of plants that pop up in my yard. No one planted them, cared for them, or showed them any favor. They found their way as seeds, perhaps dropped by a bird or carried from somewhere else by the cat. They received no attention other than what the sun, rain, and soil provided. They grow and prosper.
God's Will Must Be Discerned, Acknowledged, and Acted Upon
