This little flower has often gone unnoticed in my yard. They don't call out with bright, flashy colors or inticing aromas. They are half the size of the tip of my pinky finger and typically blend in with the foliage that surrounds them. They are one of my favoite flowers but I never pick them. I don't recall ever sniffing them or even touching any, but if they didn't appear on those scraggily looking bushes on the east side of our property, we would be without blueberries come the end of July. Ever since I took notice of them a few years ago, I've come to find them quite pretty.
I am a work in the hands of the Master Potter. I pray that His fingerprints are all over me as I walk through this life. This is my journey. Thank you, Jesus, for not giving up on me.
I am mom to seven beautiful grown ups and grandma to ten beautiful grandchildren.