by Macy Johnson
“If that is how God clothes the grass of the field,
which is here today and tomorrow is thrown into the fire,
will He not much more clothe you, O you of little faith?”
(Matthew 6:30 NIV)
I walk a new route. Rather than stay close to home, I now walk one mile to the highway and back. It is hilly and takes a little longer, but this new path is much more satisfying. My husband walked with me the first few times, but one particular morning he had an appointment to recommend tree and foliage placement at a German immigrant’s horse farm nearby.
I was greeted by a small dog yapping at my heels as I approached a neighbor’s home. I stopped briefly to pet the puppy and say, “Good morning,” to my little friend. Then I proceeded to the highway where I twirled in a circle with my arms spread wide. (I celebrate only when no cars or trucks are in sight.)
On my way back, my neighbor greeted me on the street and her dog returned to my heels. She carried a beautiful bouquet of flowers picked from her garden. There were pink and white camelias, yellow and white daffodils, and a few other flowers I didn’t recognize. We chatted briefly about God’s goodness, then she offered the bouquet to me and wished me a wonderful day. I knew the flowers were a gift straight from my heavenly Father’s hands.
Those blossoms lasted longer in my vase of water than any I have purchased at the grocery store. They adorned my kitchen island and brought beauty to the whole house for more than a week. God’s glory shone through those blooms to remind me of His beautiful, amazing grace.
I will look for opportunities to bless others as I have been blessed. I hope you will too!