I really believe it is important to look for fingerprints of God throughout the day. When I say fingerprints, I'm referring to those little things that remind you that you are never alone or forgotten. These are so easy to miss sometimes! However, if you ask God to help you see them, He always will. Once you see them, it is important to remember them. During the difficult times in my life, when I feel like I'm on my own, I like to reflect back on these little gems. I was thinking about one of them today and thought I'd share it.
Early last spring, I went to the grocery store. I was determined to stay within my budget as we had recently had a lot of unexpected expenses. It had been pretty gloomy and rainy all week. So, naturally fresh cut flowers caught my eye. There were beautiful spring bouquets.
I love fresh flowers. I really wanted them. I knew just where I would put them. They would be such a bright spot after such a dismal week. Spring comes late in Minnesota and I really wanted a touch of spring. I sighed. I needed to be practical and sometimes I just hate to be practical!
This next part is pure supposition on my part but on the other hand, who really knows?
And Father God looked down upon his daughter who really wanted some pretty flowers, but was trying so hard to be practical. He knew she was tired of the cold, dark winter days and the bare trees. She was tired of snow, ice and often brutal wind. He had given her one beautiful spring-like day the week before, but human-like, she wasn't quite satisfied. She was trying to be satisfied and patient. She wasn't doing the greatest job, but she was trying. He knew she was anxious to dig in the soil and smell the grass. He knew it would still be sometime before she could do that. It's not good to give a child everything they want but perhaps... .
Back to reality... I arrived home with my groceries, put them away and went upstairs to do some things. While I was up there, my husband returned home. He's an audio/visual technician at a college and he had been working at a special event that Saturday. He came upstairs and talked to me for a moment or two before I headed back downstairs. I walked into the dining room and screamed. There on the table was a very large, beautiful, expensive-looking bouquet in a gorgeous vase. Often, the events my husband works at have beautiful floral arrangements. Sometimes, afterwards, the organizers ask the technical support staff if they would like to have some flowers.
I went through my usual routine. I hollered upstairs at my husband. "Whose flowers are these?" He hollered back at me, "What flowers?" "The flowers sitting on my table!" "Someone put flowers on your table? Why would anyone do that?"
I immediately remembered how I had stood in front of the cut flowers at the grocery store earlier that day. These were bigger and more beautiful than any of those bouquets. I started to laugh as I shared what had transpired with my husband. He chuckled. "Aren't you glad you were practical." I didn't answer. I put my arms around the vase and buried my face in the scent of the beautiful blooms. "Thank you God," I whispered. "Thank you for the beautiful flowers." I had just received a gentle, beautiful reminder of God's love.
P.S. Please don't think I'm not recognizing that my husband brought the flowers home. However, I am married to a man who is also a child of God. My husband was also struck by the timing and was happy to have had a part in this story as well.