August 9, 2015 8:47 AM
I looked up from Ken Wilber’s A Brief History of Everything to see the valley awash in the soft, golden light of the setting sun. Grabbing my camera, I hustled down the dirt road to get a clear and unobstructed shot.
Moments later, the sun dropped behind the low hanging clouds and the scene faded to dull, flat shades of grey.
Light is everything to a photographer, and light like this lasts only a few seconds.
I smiled, grateful for the timing, and whispered a heartfelt, “Thank-you.”
Turning around I was surprised to find, laying at my feet, an uprooted wildflower.
My first thought was that it had been run over, but it was uprooted, not bent. Nor could any human hands have placed it there as no one had been up this lonely and isolated road today—and even if they had been, why would they place a flower in the center of a dirt road, way out here in the middle of nowhere?
But I knew, this was not for the mind to understand… it was for the heart.
In that moment, it felt as if God Herself had lain the flower there behind my back at the exact moment that I had whispered, “Thank-you.”
“No,” She whispered in return. “Thank-you for seeing Me.”
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