The other day, Grace and I hung out at the soccer place for an hour while J and K had a lesson. She was bored and lonely and hungry and bored and sick and tired. She whined and pulled on my legs. She complained and twisted my arms behind my back. When we got home, I was worn out and sat down to read a magazine, hoping for a few minutes alone.
Three minutes later, Grace came up to me and said very softly, “Mommy, I just saw a miracle.” I looked at her sweet, innocent face and past hour of frustration melted away. “It’s a flower. It’s beautiful!” she said with awe in her voice. I couldn’t sit on the couch while a miracle was happening outside, so I asked her to show me the flower.
And….it was a dandelion. Of course it was! A beautiful, vibrant yellow weed that sprouted up overnight where the ground so recently was covered with snow.
All of life is a miracle, if you know where to look.
What a great story and lesson. Love it! Thank you for sharing this ????. The littlest people we know are often the wisest.