splendor of flowers

“Why are you anxious about clothes? Learn from the way the wild flowers grow. They do not work or spin. But I tell you that not even Solomon in all his splendor was clothed like one of them. If God so clothes the grass of the field, which grows today and is thrown into the oven tomorrow, will he not much more provide for you, O you of little faith?”  Matthew 6: 25 & 26

 

O you of little faith? Yep that’s me.  It is so easy for me to worry. My worry dreams have been weird. I’ve dreamt of tsunamis, because part of our walk will be along the beaches of Portugal. In my dream I’m fighting the removal of the backpack so I can kick for air. I’ve dreamt of escaped fighting bulls heading our direction hell bent on destroying our lives with a sharp horn. I’m sure that weird dream is because Portugal is neighbors to Spain. I realize logic and my blustery, bizarre dreams don’t coincide, so why the dreams? Because this exciting adventure has me a bit worried. Where is my trust that God will care for us?

 

Oh God help me remember the June wild daisies growing along our Eagle Valley pastures when lack of trust blooms into my mind. 

 

I've started taking my camera while I prepare for my Portugal walk. Eagle Valley certainly has some beautiful flowers. Will the Portugal flowers compare?

The wild roses are one of my favorites. I used to pick a bouquet for my mom when I was a girl. And the aroma is ....is....is....well rose-like. Isn't interesting that some of the most aromatic flowers in our valley have the sharpest thorns? The small unattractive flower of the thorned Russian Olive provides a delicious fragrance that follows many steps past the tree.