Do you remember when I talked about my sweet 8-year old son Davey sliding poppies under the bathroom door for me to find after my shower? After kissing him and thanking him hundreds of times for being such a sweet angel, I scooped up my flowers and put them in a cup. Just a few days later, the petals had fallen off, and look what my observant hubby discovered...
Now, I don't know about you, but I stand in awe at the perfect beauty. A poppy is just a weed. And inside this weed is a perfect little base... perfectly symmetrical, appealing in color, and just incredibly beautiful. I mean, how many of us wouldn't wish we could decorate little cookies, muffins, or even a cake... like God has decorated the inside of a poppy - something we just consider to be a weed.
And doesn't it look like it has sugar sprinkled on top for that last, perfect touch?!
Breathtaking... not just the poppy... but our amazing Creator!