I’ve always been this way-careful as I walk through the woods. I don’t remember a time when I could crash unaware of what was underfoot.
So when springtime brings the violets, I find myself zig-zagging this way and that to avoid crushing them as I go about my daily chores.
Often obscured by last year’s leaves-I can make out the vibrant purple peeking from underneath-if I’m paying attention.
But there are plenty of folks who make it all the way through March and April without ever seeing them.
And that makes me sad.
They are so beautiful.
I consider them a gift.
It’s easy to race through life and never take note of God’s gifts. We get busy and distracted and overwhelmed by the need to make a living and we ignore the Lord of life.
If I am going to SEE what He’s doing, how He’s providing, where He is blessing, I have to open my eyes.
But once I do, I find that blessings pop up everywhere.
Just like springtime violets.