This weekend we made our way out to our favorite, local pick-your-own-flowers farm, Burnside Farms. I was still feeling a little under the weather, but I thought the fresh air could do us all some good. It turned out to be a stunning spring day; clear skies, cool breeze, bright sunshine, and fields upon fields of tulips and daffodils. Ryan picked flowers one by one, his tiny fingers curling around the strong stems, sometimes grazing the soil below. I looked across the fields and I reflected that we are so lucky to have a God who write us daily love letters through the beauty and diversity of his creation—and in that moment I thought there is no better form of worship than this.