When I was very young, we had a vacant lot next to our house. Weeds had taken over, and as I chase a ball through them, cockle burrs would stick to my pants and beggar lice to my socks. I hated picking those things off. There was also a row of beautiful crepe myrtles near the street.
One day Daddy hired a man to come and clear the lot. The problem was that he dug up the crepe myrtles, too, because the city was going to put in a sidewalk.
I cried. I loved the crepe myrtles, especially the deep pink ones.
Today I noticed this verse: "...Where briars grew, the myrtle trees will sprout up. This miracle will make the Lord's name very great and be an everlasting sign of God's power and love." Isaiah 55:13
I believe Jesus cares about the things that we care about and also that He is coming again to make all things beautiful in His time. He is preparing an eternal place for us with no briars and, I like to think, lots of pink crepe myrtles.