Today has been a blustery, winter-like April day in east Tennessee. Last week had breezy, spring-like days.
As I drove along a curvy, two lane asphalt road one of those spring days, I met a car that stopped just as I approached. I slowed, wondering what was wrong. The driver of the other car, a man who appeared to be 40ish, got out and walked around in front of his car.
I looked to see if he was investigating something on, or beside, the road. Indeed, he was! Beside his front wheel was a big clump of blooming jonquils. The man bent over, smelled them, and got back in his car!
The saying, "Take time to smell the roses," came to life in front of me. And, frankly, this experience made a more lasting impression on me than the sermon that I heard the Sunday before. That man will never know the benefits to me caused by his simple actions. Value for each of us!
Marilyn Robertson
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