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
- Ann Voskamp, One Thousand Gifts ↩