Consider the wild flowers that grow where they are scattered –
In the field, sometimes in between the rocks, and even through the cracks in the pavement.
They are each beautiful and full of life;
Each carrying within their seed, everything they need to fulfil their destiny.
They grow underground, then burst forth in their season,
And die back into the earth, only to bloom again next year.
This ebb and flow is a part of our lives too.
It is the rhythm of Creation.