This morning as I walked in the mountains, I was enjoying the scent of the pines and the cool morning breeze. It took awhile before I began to notice the blossoming weeds that periodically graced the edges of the path. How often do I miss the small treasures in life because I am focused on the big picture? I have a feeling that each little blossom is as cherished by God as the towering Ponderosa.
Contemplation Garden 
We call them wildflowers in the Northwest Cascades. I can look at them and appreciate their uniqueness (for thriving in higher locations and amidst more challenging conditions). So much to say about their tenacity and beauty. And all being right in God’s world.
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