I went for a walk yesterday. It has gotten ridiculously hot, (almost 90 degrees), so walking in the sun isn’t as pleasant as it should be in May. As I was walking, I passed a lilac tree. I love lilacs. This is the first house I’ve lived in, in years that didn’t have a lilac bush. I almost knocked on a neighbor’s door to ask if they would mind sharing their bounty. Seeing that I haven’t spoken to them since last year when I asked the same question, I thought it best to skip it. On another day, and perhaps another blog, I’ll have to think about what I can do to show the love of God to my neighbors more regularly.
The whole walk thing reminded me of a Sweetest Day about 14 years ago. For some reason, I’ve been thinking a lot about my time as a single mom lately. I was working full time, and many of the wives at the office were receiving flowers for the holiday. I remember feeling a little insignificant because I had no significant other.
My daily tasks required me to run an errand in the afternoon. The sun was shining and it was a perfect fall day. I looked out my window at a field of goldenrod, glowing like the sun. I heard a voice inside say, “Happy Sweetest Day! I’ve not given you a single bouquet, but instead a whole field of flowers.”
Isn’t He wonderful?