We seldom notice the grasses.

We admire the flowers, the ancient trees, the broad rivers, and the mountains. Yet most of creation lives unnoticed beneath our feet.

This single stem catches the light for only a moment. Tomorrow another breeze will bend it, another season will scatter its seed, and another year will bring its children back again.

God wastes nothing—not even what we overlook.

The Kingdom often grows in quiet places, among ordinary things. It is there that humility flourishes, asking neither applause nor admiration, content simply to become what it was created to be.

Perhaps holiness is less about becoming extraordinary than about becoming fully ourselves beneath the gaze of God.