Last Sunday after church, one of the little
boys picked me a “flower.” It was a dandelion weed. I said thank you and then placed
it on the bench beside me. I got up to leave and honestly, I just forgot about
it. He called out to let me know that I left my “flower” on the bench. I picked
it up and thanked him. It just made me smile.
This sweet boy wanted me to have a flower
and the adult me knew it wasn’t a flower. Of course, I took it anyway. His
heart was pure and precious. I realized at that moment what Jesus meant when he
said in Matthew 18:3; Truly I tell you,
unless you change and become like little children, you’ll never enter the
kingdom of heaven.”
That innocence and ability to look at a
weed and see only a flower is priceless. That’s what God does with us. As an
adult, I lost that. I know that it is a weed and it plays havoc with my lawn. I
know a lot of things and sometimes that gets in the way my seeing the innocence
and purity in life. My own earthly wisdom gets in the way.
In times when hope and faith are
needed, that’s when innocence and purity comes into play. I’ve prayed and seen
mountains move and I’ve prayed and seen nothing happen. Why? I don’t know. But
today I pray, I can see people, the way this little see weeds. Thank you Lord
for a sweet lesson from a sweet boy.
© Nadine Zawacki 2015
3 comments:
Happy Sunday, Nadine! I'm so happy you're blogging again. I had to mention it on my blog because I think my readers would enjoy the way you tell a story as much as I do.
That is a lovely lesson - what a sweet little boy! Ileana mentioned your blog on a post, so I thought I'd stop by.
Sometimes we see our gifts and talents as weeds because they are not as beautiful and refined as those of others. That is what this story says to me. Thanks for sharing. Hugs, Teresa
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