No one plants flowers on the roadside.

Some grow in soggy marshes. Some in dry gravel.

They get stepped on, driven over, and exposed to toxic fumes.

Yet, they survive.

It is a portrayal of life.

There is ugliness in this world. And still, God paints on earth’s canvas.

He knows we will respond to the pain but his creation is a reminder of his presence.

It kind of puts things into perspective, doesn’t it?