Between two chubby young fingers a small blooming weed is grasped and then presented to me. We have been running and playing in the park. The sun is bright. It is hot. A cool drink of water would be a welcome treat. The gift is small. The light in the child’s eyes is loving.
I am reminded that little gifts in life are often the ones that cheer my heart the most, especially when they are unexpected: a smile, an encouraging word, a hug, someone who takes the time to stop and pray with me concerning a burden I am carrying, a thank you that is verbalized.
Little things and little gifts . . . sometimes they are the ones that matter most.