– by Mary May Larmoyeux –
Have you ever missed something amazing? Like being five minutes late to your son’s baseball game … causing you to not see him hit his only home run of the year.
Or locating your cell phone, just after your long lost sister’s call rolls over into voice-mail.
I’m reminded of my yellowed John Deering cartoon. It pictures King Herod of the Bible counting his money while his wife looks from her palatial balcony. She sees the Star of Bethlehem (Mathew 2).
“Herod, come look!” she says, “It’s amazing!”
“Who has time for amazing?! … ” he replies.
Allow me to ask myself … and you … that same question. How many remarkable things do we overlook every single day because we are too busy with “more important” things?
Do we hear the sound of the wind as it rustles through the trees? Do we marvel at the brilliance of the sun as it greets a new morning.
Do we wonder at the miracle of birth, the flight of butterflies, or the fragrance of a single rose?
As writers, may we not just glance at the roses by our homes as we drive by in the morning. Instead, may we take a few extra minutes to smell the blossoms, touch the soft petals, and feel the beads of morning dew that glisten on the newly formed buds.
And then may we imagine. Imagine others.
Perhaps a young man picking a bouquet for his new bride … or an elderly woman snipping a flower from a white rosebush planted in honor of her deceased husband … or a child skipping home from school and then stopping to cut one lone rose for his ailing mother.
Sometimes the ordinary things of life are the most amazing of all.
But then again, who has time for amazing?
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