Last weekend my sister got to keep her two grandchildren. On Saturday, a beautiful fall day, they decided to go by the cemetary to check on the flowers on her husband's grave. On this particular day the sun was shining, there was a nice breeze but it was warm enough to be out, the leaves were falling...can't you just picture it? There are rolling hills and big, old oak trees everywhere. This cemetary is very well maintained and most of the markers have urns built in on both sides. Families bring beautiful artificial flowers for every season so when you look across the cemetary you see spots of bright colors. It's such a peaceful place and when you're there the world seems to fade away.
As Sherry was doing a little cleaning around the grave Ella, who is 3 1/2 years old, spied the flowers. Bending just a little she sniffed appreciately. And ran from stone to stone all around the cemetary smelling the flowers. "Oh Nana, smell this one!" and "Nana, Nana, come and smell this one." They could hardly get her to leave because she was so enthralled with the wonderful scents of the flowers. The artificial flowers.
Oh, how I want to be like Ella. I want to smell the flowers even when there's no scent there. I want to see the beauty when there's no light. I want to hear the music when there's no sound. I want to count the blessings of what God has given me with the joy of a child.
Can you smell the flowers? If you can't, why not? Let's don't be adults, just for today. Let's be children today and see all the wonderful things this world offers us. Will you do that with me?