Hands-down, finding a cluster of columbines thrills my heart because they remind me
who God is. When their petals are inverted, their velvety flowers remarkably resemble doves. I can’t help but think of the Holy Spirit softly landing upon our Savior during His baptism. I am reminded of the many women of the Bible who embodied unwavering trust in Him as they walked out their faith with resiliency and perseverance during their short, albeit powerful, lives. I ponder the growing peace and strength that my faith, a precious gift from God, has blessed me with during the trials of my life.

I also love the columbine’s magnificent colors as they display God’s unparalleled
splendor. Notice the vibrant blue, signifying the vast expanse of the sky and His heavens.
Observe the brilliant white, representing the uniqueness of every single snowflake that falls to the earth. Look at the yellow spurs, named after an eagle’s talons, whose nectar feeds the
smallest hummingbird, and which symbolizes the precious gold mines found in our state.

It’s no wonder that Jesus tells us in Luke 12:27 to “Consider the lilies, how they grow:
they neither toil nor spin; and yet I say to you, even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these.” I hope God doesn’t mind if I include the columbine alongside the lilies.

If you ever make it to Colorado, I pray you hike the slope of one of our mountains to
discover God’s perfect and astonishing flower which is even more splendidly clothed than the richest, wisest king in all of history.