Spring has been with us for a little while now, brightening the world both by the life-giving rain and the little flowers that have lifted their heads to bless us again with their color. 

I don’t know about you, but I’ve been loving all the flowers. 

They seem to spring up everywhere, singing in voices too quiet for us to hear, but which we can feel nonetheless. 

Perhaps the best thing about flowers is that they’re all different. We don’t just have roses—we have dandelions and buttercups and magnolias. Wherever you live, there’s variety. 

Now, I’m no flower expert (I can’t name hardly any of the flowers I find) but I still love them. 

Last week I came across a little trove of tiny purple flowers, small enough that I almost didn’t see them sprouting from the groundcover. They were probably the size of the little wifi bars at the top of my phone’s screen, but they were beautiful. 

Yesterday, I couldn’t help but stop and take pictures of the buttercups in my yard, their glossy petals shimmering in the light. It’s incredible to see the variation and the astounding beauty of such common things as flowers. 

And, of course, each flower of one kind is different from its neighbor, perhaps with longer petals, variation in color, or maybe just in height. 

Each flower is its own, and each is a little miracle waiting to be found. 

Looking around though, we tend to gloss over them. Sure, we’ll take pictures on occasion or pick them to fill our vases, but most of the time we sort of just forget they exist.

Like most of the blessings in our lives. 

It’s so easy to get caught up in life and forget the little blessings all around us. The more we see something, the less we think about it. 

How often do we think about the air we breathe? The trees that produce the oxygen we need? The earth that the trees need to take root in? The rain that nourishes them? The simple fact that each tree we see came from another tree, which came from another, and another, and back and back and back? And if any of those trees hadn’t lived—if they had become diseased, if there had been a drought, if they had been cut down too soon, the tree that now stands would never have existed. 

Every tree, every bird, every living thing, including us, is this way. It would have been so very easy for the chain to be broken so that you wouldn’t exist. 

But, thankfully, God knows what He is doing, and He designed and sustained everything just so, so that you would be born and live the life you are living now. 

Such a simple thing, and yet we can hardly imagine it. 

Everyone you meet is the result of thousands of people. Every flower you see is only alive because thousands of flowers before it spread their seeds, and those seeds landed on good ground, got the right amount of water, and thrived long enough to spread more seeds. 

Everything around you is full of history—your books, your technology, your bed, your pets, your food. 

Your life is overflowing with blessings you never even think to think of, and none of them is an accident. 

So, next time you see a flower, give thanks to God for the miracle that it is.