My heart sank when I drove passed the wildflower garden a few weeks ago and saw nothing but tall grass, and it sank even further when my mom confirmed that’s all she saw as well. I had been looking forward to my visit since winter. For some reason though, those little flowers just didn’t appear to be blooming. It was just another discouragement to add to the list of all that had been happening lately.

The truth is, it wasn’t my sight that brought me to the wildflower garden just a few days later; it was my faith. I woke up early that Saturday morning when it was still dark outside. I made my bed; I brushed my hair; I put on my makeup and a bright pink sundress. I then got in my car to drive to the Mississippi Museum of Art Garden, my next best choice.

The thing about God is, He never fails. When He puts a desire in our hearts, He does it for a reason. Often times we are met with obstacles for reasons we can’t see, but rest assured, He has a greater purpose for it all.

As I drove to the museum, the sun had just started to rise. I found myself driving in circles down town trying to get to this art garden. Finally, in my frustration, I found the Planetarium—the landmark I always use to get to the museum. But, there was something there blocking me from entering where I needed to go. “I give up!” I said out loud and began to drive back home.

During my drive home something happened I can’t really explain. I saw my exit, but instead of taking it, I decided to drive passed it. I decided to drive to the grass filled, flowerless wildflower garden. What drove me there wasn’t my car; it wasn’t my sight, and it certainly wasn’t logic. It was faith.

I glanced over at the little garden from the road and once again saw the tall monotone grass. I pulled up to the garden, and I saw something I hadn’t been able to see from the road. Wildflowers!

Very few days in my life have I experienced such joy as I did that day. It wasn’t just the wildflowers (though I do love wildflowers) but the beauty of my faith being revealed to me by God. Magical things happen when we have faith. Though my experience isn’t exactly what one would call miraculous, it’s a story undeniably written by God—the God who knows me intimately and completely, the God who rewards faith, the God who loves to share His joy.