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A Real Wildflower Morning

The sun rose quietly and nudged me awake.  Fresh air stirred me from my  tent nestled among the sub-alpine spruce trees.

Quiet breathing from the remaining sleeping bags assured me that I had plenty of time.  Blue sky stretched above misty waters of Beartooth Lake, somewhere between 8,000 and 9,000 feet elevation in northern Wyoming, east of Yellowstone.

Few mornings are more beautiful.  I pulled on my boots, jacket and mosquito netting hat, and took my camera, Bible, and watercolor supplies and headed out to meet with God in His garden meadow, all alone.


Long shadows still stretched across the rock where I would still myself in anticipation.  Eagerly I savored  the sight of each wildflower.  Blue, pink, white and yellow hiding among green.  Buttercups gave gold as I passed. 

The freshness of God stretched in every direction.  His love and glory written on every leaf and petal. His faithfulness and power stretched across sky and water.  His presence greater then the mountains.


Even though the world steeps in the destruction of sin, a garden much like Eden remains high on mountain slopes, protected by winter snow, bursting forth every summer for those who seek.  Early morning displays its glories best, overlooked by most, treasured by few.  I press into His presence through His Word, written on pages in my hand, and on every wildflower in the meadow.

Buttercups

Prayer, thanks, praise, adoration leap from my tongue.  What a joy to be redeemed!  Jesus, the creator, loves me, wants to meet with me.  His promises are as the flowers hidden in a wild mountain meadow, beautiful to all who seek and claim them as their very own.

I take time to notice details, to soak in colors, and the learn the lessons of the wildflower meadow.  My pen goes to paper.  Each stroke a praise to the skill of the Creator God and the beauty of His creation.


It is a real wildflower morning, a morning not to be missed.

"Draw nigh to God, and He will draw nigh to you."  James 4:8

"But it is good for me to draw near to God:  I have put my trust in the Lord God, that I may declare all thy works."  Psalm 73:28.


"Let the heavens rejoice, and let the earth be glad; let the sea roar, and the fullnes thereof.  Let the field be joyful, and all that is therein: then shall all the trees of the wood rejoice."  Psalm 96:12.


"And let the beauty of the Lord our God be upon us: and establish thou the work of our hands upon us; yea, the work of our hands establish thou it."  Psalm 90:17.


Elephant Head Flower


"Those that be planted in the house of the Lord shall flourish in the courts of our God."  Psalm 92:13.

Planted in a wildflower meadow, each flower shows the beauty of the Lord.  My heart is joyful.  I could stay here forever.  I long to remain always in garden of the Lord.  I long to be near God aways, blooming with the beauty of one of His wildflowers.

But now the mosquitoes were awake, and looking for some pre-breakfast samples.  Sure enough, a curious child soon followed, coming to discover what Mama was doing.  The quiet was over, but the nourishment provided by this morning manna satisfied me long after the dew was dry and the mist was gone.


Are you hungry for a wildflower morning?
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  1. troutbirderAugust 13, 2010 at 10:51 PM

    Indeed, What a beautiful place. I love the wildflowers and am working to convert my lawns into wildflower gardens.

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  2. ~marci~November 5, 2010 at 10:28 AM

    How beautiful! Your thoughts run deep, and blessed me.

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  3. La Tea DahNovember 12, 2010 at 4:36 AM

    Beautiful sketches --- they remind me of my mother's flower sketches. I found a book yesterday, as I was cleaning out a bookcase, filled with wildflower sketches by mom. Just one of life's little surprises and treasures. Enjoy a blessed day!

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