As I take my daily walk these spring days, I come across lots of wildflowers–Texas blue bonnets, Indian paint brushes, pink primroses, and a host of others that I can’t name and in various colors.  They pop up in unexpected places.  That’s the thing about wildflowers, they pop up wildly.  No one planted them, no one takes care of them, and some of them can actually be found in very unkempt areas and scraggly areas.  Not only are they beautiful, but they are abundant and carefree.  

What are they telling me about life?  About the world?  About God’s grace?  

LouAnne Willette

Austin, TX