Driving down a dirt road I look over at the edge of the ditch line and see a clump of wildflowers. The little things not knowing that they are in a lowly place, a ditchline of all places. They stand there, proudly displaying their bright lavendar attire. Never to share the stage with a famous rosebush, or even a hanging basket of petunias. It doesn't complain, it stands there proudly, amongst the crushed beer cans and faded McDonald's paper cup. It's backdrop an old rusty fence, not a two story capecod style home as the rosebush has. But still, it doesn't complain, it just continues to blossom. Bringing beauty wherever it can. Lord, wherever You place us, help us to blossom. And help us to do so without complaint
