Let every Christian be a gardener so that he and she and the whole of creation, which groans in expectation of the Spirit's final harvest, may inherit Paradise. If we Christian's truly treasure the hope that one day we, like Adam and the penitent thief, will walk alongside the One who caused even the dead wood of the Cross to blossom with flowers, then we must also imitate the Master's art and make the desolate earth grow green.
When I started planning our Spring garden, I chose to "donate" one of our three garden beds to Carrie so that she could plant flowers in it instead of having them solely exist in the transient pots on our back patio. For some deep, at-that-time indescribable reason, I wanted a spot in our garden that lacked functionality and, instead, was decadently, lavishly beautiful.

As I write this, the sunflowers are starting to weigh down their stalks in the back of that bed. The flowers on the left side, the first ones to bloom and the first ones you see when you look around the corner of our house, are a rich, radiant orange. The front of the bed has seven different colors of some unknown-to-me bloom. The Lobelias in the middle of that space are a blue that looks like part of the sky was captured in the pollen and then bled into the petals.

Almost every day I go outside and hope to see the tomatoes turning red. I'm usually disappointed. The beans aren't always ready to be picked. The corn is taking forever to ripen. However, that flower bed never lets me down.
Every single day, I go outside and marvel at those sixteen square feet. They are, simply put,
beautiful.
In the scriptures, in the mystery of how we all came to be, it is translated from Ancient Hebrew into English that God observes something as "good" after he speaks it into existence. In the Ancient Greek translation of the same text (the Septuagint for you kids sitting in the front row), it is translated that God sees something as "beautiful" after he makes it.
What I find amazing is that, after he made humanity, God said it was "very beautiful". I'm left in silent awe at the thought that the Creator of the universe takes more delight in people than I take in the flowers of that garden bed.