The new store was open! Everyone in the small town
I live in flocked for the opening days (which I missed
because of family illness), but when I did make it, I
had to notice the small wooden cross on the side of the
first driveway. It was plain with only a few silk flowers
at the bottom.
I had forgotten just a few months back when a truck hit
a car coming out from the old store across the highway.
I tried to recall the name, but had to inquire of my grand
daughter. She remembered two brothers, one killed instantly,
and one with life threatening injuries, who later recovered.
I wondered how many noticed the cross or even remembered
that someone had died on that site.
Each time I passed, after that, I said a “sentence prayer” for
the loved ones he left. He was a well liked High School junior.
Made good grades ~ a worthy leader. I remembered hearing
how upset the kids were.
Last week I decided to recall some moments I might “frame” as ‘glimpses’.
I was just leaving the store when I saw him. Blue jeans, a hat,
a bucket of paint. He was kneeling at this little cross. He had
new flowers. He hadn’t forgotten and I don’t think he wanted
anyone else too. It was a very hot, windy day, but he labored there in full sun. I imagined salt from the sweat...and his tears. When I passed later, the care given was plain to see.
He left the wood grain showing...I liked that.
I don’t know them. but it could have been my Savior kneeling
there ~ it would have been just like Him.
So, I think I got a glimpse of Love...at the foot of a small cross.
A labor of love was in process.
Open our eyes that we may see
Glimpses of Love to those set free...
Open our ears, our hearts in love ~
Till we recognize small acts from above.