We were walking up the pathway, Boo and I. Almost to the stairs. Boo suddenly needs to go back. I didn’t know why. Then she enlightened me.
There are weeds I need to pull. I walk over the clover and miss the miracle. Boo is adament about taking a few steps back. Huddled in-between the multiple leaves of rusty-red clover is a delicate, bright yellow flower, smaller than Boo’s little pinky finger. It has five petals. As Boo bends to pick it, she is having a hard time pulling it apart from the plant and as she does, she pulls a petal off. Saddened and not seeing any other little blooms, she continues up the pathway and into the house.
What I saw was a picture of God’s love. Sometimes all we can see in ourselves amounts to a basket filled with weeds. We feel we aren’t appealing, captivating, beautiful to anyone. Then, every once a while, someone sees something special. They see past the weeds. They see value. They see potential. They see the heart. Amidst the weeds. The garbage. The sin.
All I saw was a bunch of weeds that need to be pulled. All Boo saw was the tiny flower tucked in the center. All God sees is what’s in the heart.
“…the Lord sees not as man sees: man looks on the outward appearance, but the Lord looks on the heart.” 1 Samuel 16:7
May you find a miracle today.
From my heart,
Sherri
Remember that feeling you got as a little kid, knowing that Christmas was the next day? You could hardly sleep and every little noise made you think Santa was on his way. I wonder if anyone in Jesus’ circle of influence felt that was on Saturday, knowing that He had told them He would rise on the third day – tomorrow.