Consider the Wildflowers: A Tuesday Morning in Burt’s Zinnia Fields

It was your average Tuesday morning. I had my coffee in hand, dropped the kids off at school, and made my way up to Burt’s Pumpkin Farm. Something about the wildflowers had been tugging at my heart, and I knew I wanted to share them with you.

When I arrived, it was a beautiful September day. The skies stretched wide and blue, meeting the evergreen trees in the distance. At first glance, the fields looked like a sea of rainbows, but as I drew closer, the magic revealed itself. Tiny creatures had made this patch their home. Honeybees buzzed happily from petal to petal. Butterflies floated peacefully, unhurried, gliding from bloom to bloom. Both sides of the gravel road, the very one the hayride rumbles down each day, were lined with endless rows of wildflowers.

Behind me, I could hear the creek running. Around me, the colors and sounds and sheer aliveness of the fields took my breath away. My senses were in overload, and yet my heart was still. I couldn’t help but marvel at the God who made it all. The same Lord who created me also created these flowers, these bees, these butterflies. And in that moment, it felt like He whispered: Be still. Take it in.

Johnny Burt once said he hopes people feel Jesus at Burt’s Pumpkin Farm and I can tell you firsthand, I met Him that morning in a field of wildflowers.

Luke 12:27 tells us: “Consider the lilies, how they grow: they neither toil nor spin, yet I tell you, even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these.”

This verse reminds us that God provides for even the smallest flowers, clothing them in unmatched beauty. How much more, then, will He provide for His children?

So wherever you are today, whether here in Georgia, somewhere else in the South, or on the other side of the world: I invite you to pause. Consider the wildflowers. Trust that the same God who tends to these fields will also care for you.