Soft feathered scarlet ignites
the sleeping winter branches
with an embered glow;
burning crimson brilliance.
© Lisa-Jane La Grange
This poem is written as a fleeting celebration of natural beauty. In relation to that, I love how the Lord tells us to look at nature as an illustration of how He cares for us. God loves us far more than we realise.
“Therefore I say to you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or what you will drink; nor about your body, what you will put on. Is not life more than food and the body more than clothing? Look at the birds of the air, for they neither sow nor reap nor gather into barns; yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not of more value than they? Which of you by worrying can add one cubit to his stature?” Matthew 6:25-27
Jesus implies that if God takes care of the smallest little birds, how much more will He care for us? He uses this illustration as a reminder that our needs are met by His generous provision. We should depend on Him and not our own anxious striving.