My mother has a Mexican Petunia in her garden in the backyard. While I am visiting her, I noticed in the mornings it is full of blooms. The butterflies and hummingbirds are fluttering and flying around it. By evening, the blooms are scattered across the bright green grass like purple confetti. And the next morning … full of blooms again.
It reminds me of God’s love and compassion. It is new every morning. “His compassion’s never fail. They are new every morning; great is your faithfulness.” Lamentations 3:22-23.
My devotion yesterday mentioned keeping my eyes open for God’s communication with us. While I am mourning the loss of my Dad, I have an underlying peace that is hard to describe. It is just a comforting presence. And while I am sad for my family, and know my dad will be missed by many, I know he is rejoicing with Jesus. Watching the Mexican Petunia burst forth with bloom every morning, providing sustenance to butterflies and birds, is one of God’s ways of communicating with me. Reminding me that He is with me each and every day. And His live and compassion for me does not run out. It is new everyday. Just as this plant continues to bloom, He will continue to comfort me and my family. Great is His faithfulness.
Rainbows and Otter Pelt 