How much more am I?

I forced myself to photograph flowers last night.

I don't do it very often anymore. People are much more interesting. 

Flowers don't talk to you.

You have to make each photo interesting, unique, and different then the last.

Sometimes, God hands me a gift. To learn from. Like this butterfly. 

God taught me about the beauty of life last night.

If this butterfly is created with intricate detail, how much more am I?

If this butterfly can't so much as beat it's wings without Him knowing, how much more am I heard?

How much more am I?


Psalm 104:31-34
May the glory of the Lord endure forever;
may the Lord rejoice in his works,
who looks on the earth and it trembles,
who touches the mountains and they smoke!
I will sing to the Lord as long as I live;
I will sing praise to my God while I have being.
May my meditation be pleasing to him,
for I rejoice in the Lord.