Musings

I was thinking today about how flowers are testament to the existence of God. Such living beauty, existing for no other reason than to be beautiful, can only come from a perfect and perfectly loving being. Perhaps, even, they exist as a tiny reflection of He who created them, for surely their scientific purposes could have been served in a much simpler, plainer, and more energy efficient manner. No, I think they grow and live and exist in exultation of His glory and goodness and beauty, turning their faces toward heaven as if singing "Glory, Glory, Glory!", silently shouting of His most wonderful grace. To be such a flower, a fingerprint of The One Most High, existing only to please him, must be a wonderful existence indeed.