Today at work, I witnessed a thousand small miracles. We were cleaning out the gutters, which were filled with wet pollen and decaying leaves, and was no appealing task. Then, we went to the other side of the campus, and the trees changed type. This particular kind of tree releases its seed in the form of a little pod with a wing on it. As a child, I knew these as 'helicopters.' I spent maybe an hour on different roofs gathering as many of them as I could and throwing them up high off of the roof and watched them twirl to the ground. I felt so much joy I thought I might burst.
Thank the Lord for simple joys--the only joys that really last.
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