Wild flowers

Wild flowers have a tendency to grow anywhere. They're not fussy. You can see their ragged beauty pushing out of pavement cracks, speckling fields and glimpsing through the grimy haze of rubbish tips.

They grow, bloom and wither and the world goes on.

And for most, they live for an audience of One - their Creator who winks down and grins at them for the sheer pleasure they bring Him.

And so it is here and in many other places. Bursts of beauty springing up in unlikely places, winking back up at the One who inspired them.

This month I've met a few people feeling disheartened about things they've done and projects they've been involved with. Some have been sad that the projects have not lasted as long as hoped. Others have been troubled that they've been doing lots of short-lived things and not focusing on One Sustainable Thing.

But I think what they've been doing has been beautiful. They've taken risks, planted seeds and watched them grow. Some have blossomed and bloomed brilliantly. Some not so well. But in the times of withering, seeds have gone out. And new growth will inevitably come.

So yey, here's to the Phnom Penh Wild Flower Collective. I think you take His breath away.

The grey of winter falls on us -
How will our garden grow ?
Will all the seeds we've sown
Survive beneath the snow ?

Seasons may change
And they hold wild flowers,
Raising their face to the sun.
All that are born from our soft rainshowers
Are wild flowers.

by All About Eve
Songwriter(s): Andy Cousin, Tim Bricheno, Mark Price, Julianne Regan
Copyright: Emi Music Publishing Ltd