I never tire of the wisdom of creation. Yesterday as I walked down our hall I glanced at the plant in our foyer. It’s a love plant that Betty’s mom gave her. It has been in our foyer for years, been cut back to a nub several times but keeps growing. What startled me yesterday is how it had so aligned itself with the sunlight that came through the window it sets in front of. The window is tall and thin, a frame for our front door, and the plant has grown perfectly aligned with it so that its whole body enjoys the light available to it. There is a sermon there, a glorious sermon of kindness and wise obedience. Preach on plant.
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