As a thoughtful gift, a dear friend sent glorious flowers. I pondered the deep colors and became aware how fragmented my feelings are at the moment. I can’t “feel” the warmth of the beauty.
“God”, I cried out, “this is so not like me. I am use to the whole experience and then some.”
As He usually does, He rarely answers me directly. I heard Him whisper “I was up early and saw my flower still kissed with dew. I hand clipped each flower for you.”
You too have hand clipped gifts through out your day. If you can’t feel it to the fullest yet, stop and give thanks. It is part of His intimacy with you.