I’ve been reminiscing this week - you do that as your children grow older and pleasant memories of your own childhood reach out to capture your thoughts.

When my busy little boys once occupied nearly every precious waking moment of my happy life with their chubby cheeks, continual chatter and constant activity, I didn’t tend to ponder the events of my own childhood; I was too concerned with building theirs. But suddenly, one finds oneself with windows of time to reflect….

When I was a little girl, we lived in a neighborhood of acreages - which was quite common in our city in Nebraska - and our land was filled with lots of flowers.  We never planted anything, but somehow it was so normal to have tulips, daisies, clover flowers, purple cones, goldenrod, sunflowers, peonies and assorted unidentified bushes, blooming in an array of colors and petals.  I’m not sure why, but on the first day of May, I would run around the yard picking everything. I’d hold the flowers tight in my fist while wrapping the base in a makeshift hand-vase of Reynolds Wrap aluminum foil, scrunching it real tight around the bouquet.  I’d run up to the front door of my favorite old people in the neighborhood, place the bouquet and a note declaring “HAPPY MAY DAY!” at the front door, ring the bell and run and hide.  Then I’d watch with glee at the delightful expressions on their faces as they bent down to retrieve their anonymous greeting.  Such fun.

I didn’t know Jesus back then, but His gentle hand was upon me, guarding and keeping me until the time we would meet.  I’m so grateful for His powerful protection and care as I walked through my young life without a revelation of Who He was.  Now I have so much more to give to my neighbors, than simply a bunch of cut flowers that last only a few short days.  I’m endeavoring to share His great love.  Many on my street are in their 70s and 80s, so desperately in need of Him.  I’m praying their hearts will be open and that our family can have an impact here.  I trust you’re doing the same where you live, work and play. 

HAPPY MAY…EVERY SINGLE DAY!

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