giving flowers

I have related this “Kathy” story to several friends in the past month; it makes me smile every time I think about it.

I always try to cut some fresh flowers from my mom’s garden whenever I go by her house. I love to have a tiny “MeMaw” bouquet to admire and smell beside my sink in the kitchen. It is a little thing that makes me happy.

One day, in the spring, I cut a lovely bunch of daisies, as I left Mom’s house. I popped by Kathy’s house, as I often do, on my way home; and I took the daises in with me. It was hot in the car and I didn’t want them to wilt. When I walked into the back door, Kathy was “rocking and rolling” in her usual place of activity …behind the island in the kitchen. We had barely spoken when she grabbed the daisies out of my hand. Before I knew it, she was arranging the flowers into a cute little glass jug that she pulled from I-don’t-know-where… all the time she was talking away. I didn’t have the heart to tell her that the flowers weren’t for her, and I was wondering why I hadn’t thought about bringing her flowers.

I wish I had brought flowers to my sister every time I stopped by to visit with her. I would do it now if I had the chance.

“In ordinary life we hardly realize that we receive a great deal more than we give, and that it is only with gratitude that life becomes rich.”

Dietrich Bonhoeffer

In my ordinary life, may I give more “flowers” to others to show my gratitude and love.

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