When I saw these wild sunflowers today, it reminded me of one of my favorite hymns written by Fanny Crosby.
"He hideth my soul in the cleft of the rock,
That shadows a dry, thirsty land;
He hideth my life in the depths of His love,
And covers me there with His hand."
We have had no rain in Texas for a long time. The ground is deeply cracked, and most lawns without irrigation systems are brown. The heat has ranged near or in 3 digits for many days. We've had 2 grassfires each burning over 250 acres within 5 miles of our house recently. The heat is sweltering.
Does your heart ever find itself in a dry, thirsty place? Mine is there.
The place these flowers were growing is roadside near a busy highway - not a picturesque, rolling meadow.
Even in a dry, hot, ugly place, God put these cheery yellow pops of color. Maybe, no one else noticed them. I'm almost sure no one stopped and got close enough to snap a picture.
Even when my heart is so thirsty for refreshment, even when my heart is deeply cracked, even when circumstantial surroundings are completely undesirable, even when there's no forecast of hope rain... God is my Rock. He preserves my life with His deep love that never, ever dries up.
No person cares about these particular sunflowers. No person watered them. But GOD grew them. He reminds me that He is still with me even in the hot, ugly, dry seasons of life, and to keep looking for His mercies everyday.