I have a beautiful bunch of poppies sitting on my kitchen table. I bought it last weekend and it consisted of pods with about two flowers. Each of the pods has popped and out has burst a magnificent flower.
In Kyrgyzstan, during May, the alps are covered in wild poppies. They are bright red and orange. We missed seeing them at their peak, but a few remained such as those on this postcard.
I think of God when He looks at poppies. I imagine that He looks down at His people, who are the most unlikely looking "pods" and then they burst forth - he takes great delight in our uniqueness. He loves each of his creations. I think that sometimes when we look at ourselves, we see the pod, but God sees the flower.
In Kyrgyzstan, during May, the alps are covered in wild poppies. They are bright red and orange. We missed seeing them at their peak, but a few remained such as those on this postcard.
I think of God when He looks at poppies. I imagine that He looks down at His people, who are the most unlikely looking "pods" and then they burst forth - he takes great delight in our uniqueness. He loves each of his creations. I think that sometimes when we look at ourselves, we see the pod, but God sees the flower.
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