Have you ever watched a little trickle of water work its way
down a row of some kind of vegetable or flowers in a garden? It works its way here and there, finding its
way around the row, to each plant growing along the way. The water doesn’t follow a straight course
down the row. Rather, it moves this way and that, from this side to that side,
pausing here, waiting there, passing this, moving around that as it works its
way to the end of the row. That’s what I thought of as I watched her come into
the room, stopping to talk to this person, greeting that person, moving further
and further into the chapel. She sat by this person for a minute to talk, then
moved some where else to speak to that person a minute, moving into the
room. Each time bringing a smile to someone’s face. Countenances would light up. Hugs here. A pat
on the shoulder there. She sat by one person, gave her a hug and leaned her
head on her shoulder a minute. She makes
me smile. So like a little trickle of water, bringing refreshment wherever she goes. Like the little stream, “do as the streams
and blossoms do; for God and others live.”
Always giving. This is the wonderful person I am blessed to
get to share forever with.
