Beautiful flowers

My little sister is four years old, adorable, and totally fascinated by every little bloom in the grass or on the trees and so on. She often tells me, "Don't step on the beautiful flowers!" as we walk across the yard. The "beautiful flowers" as she says are actually just the grass, for my parents and I these "flowers" are the sign the yard needs to be mowed again. But little Joji absolutely loves them and often will bring little bouquets of them to mom and I. "Rachel, don't step on the beautiful flowers" she says. I love the way she notices little things like that.

Maybe this is stretching just a bit, but I'm reminded every time she says that to me, how to so much of the world my little sister was on of those little flowers in the grass. I'm so thankful for the people who saw Will and Joji not as a sign of inconvenience or annoyance, but as beautiful. I'm so thankful they stood up and didn't allow anyone to "step on" my brother and sister, that they took care of our little ones until we could bring them to their forever family. My beautiful siblings are growing up so fast and so strong, their courage and love amaze me. God is faithful, I've seen and am seeing that He is the father to the fatherless. His love and glory are so evident in Will and JoAna's lives, I'm blessed to be a part of it.

I think we're all blessed to have beautiful flowers in our lives, we just miss them so many times because we're consumed in keeping our grass cut better than the neighbors. Maybe my four year old little sister is a bit ahead of us, she sees beauty all around her. To Joji the worlds opinion of pretty doesn't matter, if there's a tiny little bloom down in the grass she picks it up and treasures it just as she would a dozen roses. I want to be like that, cherishing each bit of my Father's creation, from people to the lawn out side, seeing the beauty he has created and the reminders of his love.