Out of the Blue

Details create the big picture.

Sanford I. Weill 

A bright blue summer sky stretched from horizon to horizon. But, at 55 miles an hour, I missed the other blanket of blue.

It wasn't until I was walking that I saw the ditch filled with little blue wildflowers. 

It was like a gift - a gift I could open only when I slowed down enough to see it.

“Now if I believe in God’s Son and remember that He became man, all creatures will appear a hundred times more beautiful to me than before. Then I will properly appreciate the sun, the moon, the stars, trees, apples, as I reflect that he is Lord over all things. … God writes the Gospel, not in the Bible alone, but also on trees, and in the flowers and clouds and stars.”

— Martin Luther

 (I saw that quote on Jennifer's Getting Down with Jesus blog last week and thought it was a perfect fit for today.)

Sometimes, I need to stop and smell the roses.

 

Or see the wildflowers.

Erect dayflower: I figured out the name by looking at the Kansas Wildflower website.