I heard that for the very first time about five years ago from my good friend Travis.
At the time I simply thought of it as a phrase he would utter when my fraternity brothers and I were going through a difficult time. However, the more difficult seasons I have endured, and the more joy I have found while on this walk of faith, the more I have grown to dearly appreciate that reminder.
As we were planting these flowers I couldn’t help but relate to these flowers in a way. You see we had just moved from Colorful Colorado to the Lone Star State Texas. My husband and I were born and raised in Colorado, our roots were there. Then God decided to pick us up and move us away from everything we knew… literally everything; so back to the flowers.