A beautiful thing happened to me this Easter Sunday. I thought I'd share it with you. I hope it will inspire you as much as it did me.
The Story of Three Flowers
During the annual Easter service at my church, a member of the clergy walked out among the parishioners, his arms encircling a wicker basket filled with flowers. He handed a flower to each of us. When he drew near me he chose a beautiful lush bloom and handed it to me with a smile.
The flower I first received |
"Pardon me?" I asked, not sure I understood her.
She held her flower up and replied, "I don't like these. They're not as nice as yours. Can you give me your flower?" The girl had been given a slim stem containing three small yellow daisies.
One of the other parishioners gently reminded her that she should be grateful for the flowers she had received, but the girl just shook her head. "I want that one," she insisted, pointing to my flower.
After a moment of thought, I handed her my flower. "I'll trade you," I offered.
Her face glowing with delight, the young girl eagerly handed me her small daisies and took my larger flower instead. "Thank you!" she smiled and turned back around to enjoy the rest of the service.
The flowers the girl gave me |
As the parishioners continued to sing and take Communion, I thought how much I had liked my beautiful flower. I had intended to take it home and place it in a vase. I didn't get flowers often, and they were, in fact, a luxury for me. I looked down at the humble little daisies and thought that they would not add much beauty to my home. I wanted my flower back.
Then I thought of how happy the young girl had looked when I gave her the flower. I told myself that I was fortunate and blessed to be able to give service to someone. I remembered the pastor's words, that flowers are a gift of angels and one of the purest offerings we can give to others. So I changed the feeling in my heart and silently blessed the girl, praying that the flower would continue to give her much joy and peace. I thanked her in my heart for giving me the opportunity to be of service.
When the program was finished, I exited the main room of the church and saw a magnificent giant bouquet of snowy white flowers on a table in the hall. I was just passing by when one of the elders called out, "Anybody want to take these home?"
"Are you serious?" I asked.
"Sure," she replied. "I don't want to take these back with me. I've already got enough. You can take these home." She gave me the entire bouquet and the vase it was sitting in.
When I walked outside, several of the parishioners admired my stunning bouquet of flowers, and I invited each of them to take as many flowers as they wanted. On the way home, I realized that I had shared many flowers that day, and I still had a beautiful and bountiful gift from Heaven for myself. It seemed that when I gave a little, the Universe gave me back a lot.
The large bouquet I was given |
This is a true story and these are the flowers I was given, except that the flower in the first picture was given to me later on Easter Day. It is similar, though, to the one I gave the young girl. And the bouquet was so large I had to split it into two vases at home, so the picture shows only half of the original bouquet.
Please feel free to share this story. It is, after all, a gift from Heaven that was meant to be shared.
Best Wishes,
Rose