The island is awash in wild flowers now, splashes of color line the road, displaying their palette even in the piney woods on the bay. No one plants these seeds, no one tends them; they must endure drought and cold, surviving intense heat and salt spray, super-heated summer winds. They are a gift, these lovely flowers, a gift given freely and generously. I think of them as a reminder of God’s grace, free for the taking, available to all, a gift that exists under the most severe and extreme conditions, outlasting any other gift possibly conceived. Thank you, Lord, for these blooms that sweeten my days, and thank you for the gift of your grace that promises me an eternity shared with you. Amen.