Monday, March 19, 2007

One of the most precious moments of being a
mother is when a little person comes running
inside with a handful of flowers and presents
them-"For YOU, Mommy. I picked them for YOU."

But, it gets better still. When that little
person is nine, or seventeen, or twenty or
twenty-three and they bring flowers in and
find vases and carefully arrange them for you-
that is beyond precious. It is the very fabric
of life.

Not only is my little heart warmed to its very
cockles, my faith is strengthened. I look at
my pretty little bouquets and am reminded of
Matthew 6:28-30--So why do you worry about clothing?
Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow:
they neither toil nor spin; and yet I say to you
that even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed
like one of these. Now if God so clothes the grass
of the field, which today is, and tomorrow is thrown
into the oven, will He not much more clothe you, O
you of little faith?

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2 Comments:

At 5:39 PM, Blogger Tammy said...

This post made me feel so warm...beautiful, Laurie!

 
At 11:34 PM, Blogger e-Mom said...

Someone arranged the flowers for you? Now THAT is a heartfelt gift. Wow.

Both my kids bring me flowers (the right ones, the ones I like) because they see their Dad doing it. Aren't we blessed?

 

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