Given the gift of extra time these last several shelter-in-place months, I’ve grown closer to nature. I’ve found myself with the time and mind-space to start learning the name of the wildflowers, insects, and other critters I come across. It sounds nerdy/silly, but I have a special joy when I trot down a trail and can name every flower I pass. On a recent walk, Mark asked why I learn their names.

Why indeed should we learn the names of the creatures and life around us? 

To learn a thing’s name is to know it. And when you know its name, it’s hard but to have respect for its Creator. For me, learning the names of wildflowers and critters I come across during my hikes or gardening is an act of worship. Acknowledging that everything has a place is to be conscious of its purpose in this world. Every Sticky Monkey Flower and Western Blue Skink I come across fulfills its purpose simply by glorifying God their creator.