Spring Sprinkles

Spring has officially sprung.  Actually, we're moving into summertime temperatures here if you ask me.  But for a few glorious weeks, we were able to have our porch door open all day.  John Hudson thought it was wonderful being able to come and go from the porch whenever he pleased.  And our power bill was half of what it usually is!  

I absolutely love spring. I love the brisk mornings, the signs of new life in the flowers and trees, the chirping birds, and the smell of wild honeysuckles.  You really can't beat the majesty of spring and all that it brings.  Such refreshment and awe. 

I wanted to record a quick story about sprinkles. I love sprinkles.  We had sprinkle-filled cake at our wedding and were showered with sprinkles upon leaving.  I like to put sprinkles on my icecream at every occasion. I just think they are so delightful.  They don't really add anything to the taste, but they just make you happy, ya know? All those little colored sticks of joy!  I like sprinkles metaphorically, too.  Meaning, the little things in life that just make you happy.  The little smiles, hugs, winks, and for-no-reason gifts.  I pray that my life will be characterized by sprinkles.  There is always something I can do for someone that can make their day a little happier than it was before.

A few weeks ago, God showered us with sprinkles at the hands of our loving neighbors.  For weeks, I had been telling Michael that I wanted to buy some flowers for our porch.  We budgeted how much we could afford to spend and I was all set.  Except that work, a funeral, a wedding, and various other tasks kept preventing me from going to the plant store.  I did find a hanging basket at Aldi for pretty cheap, but I desired some real, plant-in-flower-pot kind of flowers.  And time was ticking away!  Every time I looked out on our porch, I was reminded of the flowers I was not enjoying.

Then one Sunday afternoon, literally within 30 minutes of me saying yet again how I'd like some flowers, the doorbell rang.  It was our sweet neighbors...holding an entire flat of marigolds.  My mouth fell open. "We brought you some flowers!" They exclaimed.  But? What? Huh? How did you know?  They didn't know. But they said that every time they walked by our apartment, that empty flower pot was staring at them, haha! Oh, what sweet and thoughtful friends!

Thank you, sweet Lord for the gift of flowers, friends, and sprinkles.  This was just a small reminder that YOU love us, YOU care for us, and YOU hear even the tiniest desires of our hearts. 

How can we be a blessing to someone else today?

"Consider the lilies, how they grow; they neither toil nor spin, yet I tell you, even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these."  Luke 12:27