God what a riot you must have had creating the world
Like letting loose with a giant box of crayons
Dabbing some orange here, some yellow there, big blobs of red and green and blue for good measure
And then defining the broad strokes with precision and fine detailing
creating boundaries that separate, not to exclude but so that each enhances the other.
Colours that constantly change in the light, fading in and out, taking centre stage in some moments and fading into the background, quietly supporting, in others.
And, whether in public view or hidden away, still your glory shines through in all its marvellous detail.
And we, on whom you place so much value, worry that we can't compete for your love, when all the time, you give us all that we need - and more, to share.
God give us your generosity and compassion so that we may never withhold from others the richness you have given us for the life of the world.
28 “And why do you worry about clothes? See how the flowers of the field grow. They do not labor or spin. 29 Yet I tell you that not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these. 30 If that is how God clothes the grass of the field, which is here today and tomorrow is thrown into the fire, will he not much more clothe you—you of little faith?