In the midst of the hard and rocky soil of Cyprus, up spring wildflowers like these. Their beauty bringing glory to their Creator. People come from far off places this time of year to see their colors and marvel at their unique beauty. As they sway in the wind they seem to be bidding adieu to rainy cold winter and to have forgotten of the hot dry summer.
Lord, may I be like these wildflowers, sprouting where it is unexpected, bringing You glory, pointing people from far off places to You and forgetting what is behind while straining for what is ahead.
May this be true for you too...
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