Oh, glory, sunflowers!
So bright and bloomy.
Some so full of seed they can’t hold their heads up.
And some so tall they tower over us.
But of all the sunflowers in our yard,
this one wins my heart.
When only a foot tall, its top was chewed off by a deer.
It sent up a sideshoot, which the deer also ate.
It started a new leader which they, somehow, missed.
And it blossomed.
Small and scraggly but giving glory to God
in every sunny petal.
“But we have this treasure in jars of clay
to show that this all-surpassing power
is from God and not from us.
We are hard-pressed on every side, but not crushed;
perplexed, but not in despair;
persecuted, but not abandoned;
struck down, but not destroyed.”