If the Lord came to me and offered me the perfect gift for you I would have to tell the Lord it doesn’t exist. It was already given…to me…from you. You offered me friendship along with a little box. That box contains a seed and a watering can.
I don’t know what that seed will grow into but I will do my best to remember to water it and see. Along the way I will make mistakes or just be stupid. I will get anxious before I should to see the first sprout.
I have planted that seed in my heart. It receives its nourishment from your smiles. The first sprout has broken through. Although I cannot tell just yet what it will become, it’s promising
