I like things that are unexpected…sometimes. You know, those little things in life that pop up and are a pleasant surprise. This summer my mother in law gave me a potted flower to put on my deck. It bloomed and was gorgeous, and then died away. The empty pot has been sitting on my deck, and I kept meaning to dump it out and throw the dead plant away, but of course never got around to it. Then came this weed, poking its little self out of the dirt and making a home in my plant’s pot. John kept telling me I needed to get rid of the weed because it was ugly, and he was tired of seeing it out the window, but for whatever reason I just left it alone. And now we have this:
Gratitude for the seemingly insignificant-a seed- this plants the giant miracle. The miracle of eucharisteo, like the Last Supper, is in the eating of crumbs, the swallowing down one mouthful. Do not disdain the small. The whole of the life-even the hard- is made up of minute parts, and if I miss the infinitesimals, I miss the whole.
Where have you seen Him in the unexpected recently?