Layers: Who thought of such a thing?

The intricate design, yet naturally flowing beauty of a pink rose: Who thought of such a thing? Petals upon petals, overlapping.

Such are these Ozarks mountains when one overlooks their rounded shapes – hazy blue hill upon blue hill, arranged with grace in layers, like petals. Who thought of such a thing?

Low-lying clouds make the hills' layers more visible, not less, their blue edges taking shape. What could not be seen in the glare of the sun becomes apparent in the grey mist: The layers. Like petals.

See them and bow in awe to Creative God Who breathed the rose and the celestial hills into reality.

Such are the layers of God's love. One is not enough -- no, He gives more petals, creates more richness and beauty for us to relish in. To bless us more.

Give them protection. Give them strength. Give them courage. Give them renewal. Give them healing. Give them people they love. Give them work they cherish.

Give them more layers. Give them the adventure – the pure happiness – of knowing Jesus, and how it feels to lie one’s head down on the softness of His gifts, His petals, His layers. There one finds rest for the soul.

All those rose petals defy us getting to the middle. All those hills seem to have no end. Who would think of such a thing?

Close up, one cannot see the layers of the mountains. Far away, one cannot see the petals of the rose. So we need to zoom the lens, now in, now out. Either way, see.

See the grey-blue, the delicate pink, the layers.