Cup ‘O Morning: Peonies

Peonies. Pink like the dawn, fragrant with beauty, awash with freshness like new mercies. I love waking up to their soft elegance on my kitchen table.

Today they stir thoughts lately on my mind: We have no idea how good God is. How deeply good, just how enduring His mercies are, as the Psalms proclaim over and over. His glories sweep over our lives every day, His words pour forth like sunlight. He is there, He is here, ever-present, accessible because of Jesus Christ.

Today He brings with Him the beauty of dawn, the fragrance of hope, the surety of mercies never grown stagnant. And that’s not even the half of it.

O Lord, open my eyes, that I may behold wondrous things … that I may behold You.