A Sprinkling of the Sacred

Dean writes:

Our neighbor Peg died two years ago and her house remains unoccupied while her family struggles with repairing some serious structural issues before they can sell the property. In the meantime, her yard goes untended and many of the plants in her garden that borders our yard have invaded our lawn.

Today, just as I was ready to mow down some little purple grape-like flowrets that had infiltrated our lawn, I felt compelled to let them stand. A little voice inside told me that in these little flowers that Peg loved and cherished there was a sacred memory of her presence. I was quickly overwhelmed with the feeling that Peg was with us still in a way neither of us could have ever expected!

I think God sprinkles our lives with an endless variety of reminders, hints and clues to the eternal. And only the most "clueless" among us will not at one time or another be swept into a vision of eternity by the most simple of circumstances.

Such was the message of those little flowers to me. For them and for that, I give praise!