Sierra V. Fedorko

Rewind to the June we were neck-deep in infertility and you’ll find me in the photo below. Picking these flowers became such a special part of my summer season which was otherwise marked by the harshness of time.

But there would come a day my miracle toddler son and I would go on a walk to which I celebrated summer again with a handful of these flowers and would feel the beauty of time moving in such a way as this.

And this June?

I’d look up to find these flowers blooming right before my eyes where they had never bloomed before. All those years of picking these summer wildflowers had me throwing them over the garden fence once they were spent and tired.

Unbeknownst to me an impressive patch of a meadow would grow in front of our blue house from that barren June evening I chose life again and then from all those times I threw dead things over the garden fence.

And I just can’t stop marveling at the way God does life SO abundantly.

God begins the expanse of His beautiful work before and during and after the moments of our deepest suffering.

In the very second of our great midnight His beautiful work will not be restrained. We rail and wonder, weep, trust and surrender, and His beautiful work keeps coming to pass in moments big and “small.”

Over and over God does life.

Surely in the babies I’ve held in my arms and the one in my womb…

But also in this very wildflower meadow that surfaces years later reaffirming what I have known and clung to,

“Those who look to Him are radiant and their faces shall never be ashamed.” (Psalm 34:5)

True indeed!