We recently planted some Iceland Poppies. They are exquisite.
The flower has a humble beginning. With head bowed, the green bud encases the petals, protecting them until the time is right.
Slowly the stem straightens, and a crack appears in the green covering. Suddenly it pops off, revealing the delicate beauty within.
It reminds me of the miraculous process of the birth of a baby. For months it is protected in its mother’s womb as God knits it together (Psalm 139:14-16). When the time is right, the baby is born, and we wonder at the marvel of it all.
