🌸 God Speaks in Flowers, Winds, and Waves 🌊

🌸 God Speaks in Flowers, Winds, and Waves 🌊

If you’ve known me long enough (or if you’ve just taken one scroll through my texts), you’ll know I’m obsessed with flowers. I mean, I sprinkle 🌸 emojis everywhere like confetti at a wedding. But here’s the thing—it’s not just because flowers are pretty. I truly believe God uses nature to talk to us, to comfort us, and sometimes even to call us out in the gentlest ways.

I grew up surrounded by nature. Our yard was like a little pharmacy—trees, herbs, flowers, plants—you name it, we had it. I swear I could go a whole year without setting foot in an actual pharmacy because my grandmother’s herbs could cure just about anything. Ginger, aloe, mint, even that bitter herb you have to pinch your nose while drinking (if you know, you know).

Gardening was my therapy long before therapy was cool. As a teen, when life felt heavy, I’d find myself watering flowers or digging in the soil with my grandfather. He always said, “Care for nature, and it will care for you.” And oh, did I learn that lesson. He left me in charge of this elephant plant, and let me tell you—if I was thriving, the plant was thriving. If I was slacking emotionally, the plant looked like it was ready to write a resignation letter. It’s like the plant was my emotional mirror.

And then there’s that memory etched in my heart: when my grandmother passed away , the skies opened up and poured rain like the heavens themselves were crying. My grandfather leaned over to me and said, “This is God’s way of saying a hero has been laid to rest.” Since then, I’ve noticed—whenever an elder passes, it often rains. Nature mourning with us, God whispering through the skies.

Fast forward to my Tokyo apartment: for months, my flowers were just not vibing. I blamed the soil, the water, the air conditioning, the whole apartment itself. But then recently, they started looking lively again. And I thought—wait a minute. It’s me. I’ve been in a rough patch, and just as things began to turn around for me, my flowers perked up too. God was showing me that my emotions ripple outward, even into the plants around me. Nature feels us more than we realize.

And then, the other day in Kamakura, I had one of those main character moments. I was standing at the beach, emotions all over the place, when suddenly the wind just wrapped around me like a warm hug. I swear it wasn’t just the weather—it was God whispering, “My child, I am with you always.” Between the crashing waves, the salty air, and that calm away from city chaos, I knew I wasn’t alone.

Nature has always been God’s love letter. Sometimes it’s in the sunrise that feels like a fresh start, sometimes it’s in a bird that refuses to stop singing outside your window (even when you want to sleep in—okay God, I get it, new mercies every morning!). And sometimes it’s in a stubborn little plant on your desk that refuses to die, reminding you that you’re more resilient than you think.

So the next time you feel disconnected or low, step outside. Touch the flowers, feel the breeze, listen to the waves—or even just the crickets at night. You might just hear God speaking to you in ways words never could.

✨ “The earth has music for those who listen.” – George Santayana