Give Said the Little Stream

Because of my calling I sit on the stand at church.  We have been instructed to be in our place, ready to go, five minutes before church starts. Unless its my turn to conduct, I’m usually seated 10 and even 15 minutes early every week. As a result, I usually get to watch as most people come into the chapel, find a seat and sit down. I have to admit that this is an interesting procession. Families and individuals both. Today, as I was watching, I saw my favorite person come into the chapel. That was nice in and of itself. 

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.