His Workmanship

The handiwork of God snuggled securely in a little seed. It grows.
Roots.
Shoots.
Reaches.
Slowly, interceptibly becoming.
Stronger.
Taller.
Ready to produce.

And then tiny buds emerge.
Linger.
Lengthen.
Begin to bloom in edged, intricate detail.
Tiny flower + tiny flower + tiny flower coming together in one glorious hydrangea display.

Presenting beauty and grandeur in quiet unobtrusion as it was prepared to do.

Each part does its part. No more. No less. Each needed to create the whole.

Blessing me as…. I wait expectantly…anticipating the beauty…
Blessing me every time I pass by…
Blessing me as blossoms sway and bob and rustle…

And us. We’re God’s handiwork as well. His workmanship. Artisan craftsmanship.

Designed by Him.
Designed for Him.
Detailed and deliberately formed. Oh, and in His image. IN HIS IMAGE. What else is there to even say?

Ephesians 2:10 ~
For we are His workmanship, created in Christ Jesus for good works, which God prepared ahead of time for us to do.