I might have walked straight by

I might have walked straight by. In fact I did. I saw it – this tiny flower no bigger than my thumbnail – and I kept walking.

And then I stopped. Time. There was time. No need to hurry.

And I went back. I went back to see it – really see it. To see this tiny gift of God’s love.

Eucharisteo. Grace. Thanksgiving. Joy.¹

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1. Ann Voskamp, One Thousand Gifts ↩