“At noon one day, I veered off from a busy highway onto a lonely, dusty road. I looked before me, and there bloomed a single lily. I lifted my eyes and there was a sea of lilies overflowing in waves of lavender in an open field. I gasped, bewildered! Suddenly I heard a soft voice as it whispered through a cool breeze saying . . . Consider the lilies how they grow: they toil not, they spin not; and yet I say unto you, that Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these. Tears streamed down my face as I finally understood without a doubt or reason the beauty and awe of God’s love. . .even during a crisis.”