A flower begins to bud.

The Gardener beams with pride, recalling the seed He planted, the days He faithfully watched over her as she grew, the drops of life He watered down to nourish her, and all the stray stalks He pruned. Through the stormy gales, changing winds, and floods He shielded her. He would give anything for her, even lay down His life. And soon, she would be a flower in full blossom, radiating the life He gave to her and declaring His love to the world!

The time has come. =)

"My frame was not hidden from You, when I was made in secret, and skillfully wrought in the lowest parts of the earth. Your eyes saw my substance, being yet unformed. And in your book they were all written, the days fashioned for me, when as yet there were none of them." - Ps139:15,16