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Roadside Reminders.
By Bobby Davis January 22nd, 2026
“Consider how the wild flowers grow.” Luke 12:27
There they were, again. The green of spring had faded into a hazy, golden summer morning, and as I drove to work, I was suddenly dazzled by their glorious, soft color. The early sun had coaxed them to burst open, and as I rounded each corner, they seemed to form a soft blue guardrail on my side of the highway.
I marveled at their bright petals, contrasted by the intense golden rays of the morning, and thought, Thank you, God. Thank you for this beautiful little plant.
Blessed with a curious mind, I couldn’t rest until I found out what those flowers were. I also kept wondering why I never saw them on my way home. I asked around at work, but no one knew what I was talking about—until I asked the right person. Jenni had spent many years working with the Pathfinder youth organization (a Christian version of the Scouts). “Oh, that’s chicory!” she exclaimed. “I love seeing them each morning on my way to work, too.”
What beauty God packs into every flower. Jesus said, “I say to you that even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these.” He was talking of our propensity to vanity, of course, but this extraordinary little flower had even more lessons for me.
Did you know that each blue chicory flower blooms for just a few hours? They open in the early morning sunlight, and close forever as soon as the sun rises high in the sky. So accurate was their timing, that the 18th century botanist, Carl Linnaeus, used them as a “floral clock,” noting they consistently opened at 5:00 a.m. and closed at 10:00 a.m. in his part of the world.
God designed chicory flowers to unfurl their delicate petals and follow the sun for just a few hours; and each day, countless new buds obediently follow their Creator’s wishes.
I remember reading Matthew 6 in The Message, a Bible paraphrase, some years ago. It said, “If God gives such attention to the appearance of wildflowers—most of which are never even seen—don’t you think he’ll attend to you, take pride in you, do his best for you?” Think of the uncounted numbers of flowers that bloom every day that are only seen by the eyes of God!
What marvelous, lavish attention to detail—and the fact that these gorgeous chicory flowers thrive in the poorest soil at the edge of the road is not lost on me! How faithfully they fulfill the purpose given them by their Creator, as they preach their joyful sermon to each traveler blessed enough to notice them.
Lord, may I be content to blossom in my corner; and may my life bear witness to Your love, Your power, and Your way of life. May I do Your will always!
Roadside Reminders.
By Bobby Davis January 22nd, 2026
“Consider how the wild flowers grow.” Luke 12:27
There they were, again. The green of spring had faded into a hazy, golden summer morning, and as I drove to work, I was suddenly dazzled by their glorious, soft color. The early sun had coaxed them to burst open, and as I rounded each corner, they seemed to form a soft blue guardrail on my side of the highway.
I marveled at their bright petals, contrasted by the intense golden rays of the morning, and thought, Thank you, God. Thank you for this beautiful little plant.
Blessed with a curious mind, I couldn’t rest until I found out what those flowers were. I also kept wondering why I never saw them on my way home. I asked around at work, but no one knew what I was talking about—until I asked the right person. Jenni had spent many years working with the Pathfinder youth organization (a Christian version of the Scouts). “Oh, that’s chicory!” she exclaimed. “I love seeing them each morning on my way to work, too.”
What beauty God packs into every flower. Jesus said, “I say to you that even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these.” He was talking of our propensity to vanity, of course, but this extraordinary little flower had even more lessons for me.
Did you know that each blue chicory flower blooms for just a few hours? They open in the early morning sunlight, and close forever as soon as the sun rises high in the sky. So accurate was their timing, that the 18th century botanist, Carl Linnaeus, used them as a “floral clock,” noting they consistently opened at 5:00 a.m. and closed at 10:00 a.m. in his part of the world.
God designed chicory flowers to unfurl their delicate petals and follow the sun for just a few hours; and each day, countless new buds obediently follow their Creator’s wishes.
I remember reading Matthew 6 in The Message, a Bible paraphrase, some years ago. It said, “If God gives such attention to the appearance of wildflowers—most of which are never even seen—don’t you think he’ll attend to you, take pride in you, do his best for you?” Think of the uncounted numbers of flowers that bloom every day that are only seen by the eyes of God!
What marvelous, lavish attention to detail—and the fact that these gorgeous chicory flowers thrive in the poorest soil at the edge of the road is not lost on me! How faithfully they fulfill the purpose given them by their Creator, as they preach their joyful sermon to each traveler blessed enough to notice them.
Lord, may I be content to blossom in my corner; and may my life bear witness to Your love, Your power, and Your way of life. May I do Your will always!
THREE ANGELS BROADCASTING NETWORK DEVOTIONAL
Roadside Reminders.
By Bobby Davis January 22nd, 2026
“Consider how the wild flowers grow.” Luke 12:27
There they were, again. The green of spring had faded into a hazy, golden summer morning, and as I drove to work, I was suddenly dazzled by their glorious, soft color. The early sun had coaxed them to burst open, and as I rounded each corner, they seemed to form a soft blue guardrail on my side of the highway.
I marveled at their bright petals, contrasted by the intense golden rays of the morning, and thought, Thank you, God. Thank you for this beautiful little plant.
Blessed with a curious mind, I couldn’t rest until I found out what those flowers were. I also kept wondering why I never saw them on my way home. I asked around at work, but no one knew what I was talking about—until I asked the right person. Jenni had spent many years working with the Pathfinder youth organization (a Christian version of the Scouts). “Oh, that’s chicory!” she exclaimed. “I love seeing them each morning on my way to work, too.”
What beauty God packs into every flower. Jesus said, “I say to you that even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these.” He was talking of our propensity to vanity, of course, but this extraordinary little flower had even more lessons for me.
Did you know that each blue chicory flower blooms for just a few hours? They open in the early morning sunlight, and close forever as soon as the sun rises high in the sky. So accurate was their timing, that the 18th century botanist, Carl Linnaeus, used them as a “floral clock,” noting they consistently opened at 5:00 a.m. and closed at 10:00 a.m. in his part of the world.
God designed chicory flowers to unfurl their delicate petals and follow the sun for just a few hours; and each day, countless new buds obediently follow their Creator’s wishes.
I remember reading Matthew 6 in The Message, a Bible paraphrase, some years ago. It said, “If God gives such attention to the appearance of wildflowers—most of which are never even seen—don’t you think he’ll attend to you, take pride in you, do his best for you?” Think of the uncounted numbers of flowers that bloom every day that are only seen by the eyes of God!
What marvelous, lavish attention to detail—and the fact that these gorgeous chicory flowers thrive in the poorest soil at the edge of the road is not lost on me! How faithfully they fulfill the purpose given them by their Creator, as they preach their joyful sermon to each traveler blessed enough to notice them.
Lord, may I be content to blossom in my corner; and may my life bear witness to Your love, Your power, and Your way of life. May I do Your will always!
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