Just a few yards away, its compatriots were gathered demurely in the red-brick planter box. Since early spring, those petunias have been growing right where the conscientious, community-minded gardeners planted them. The flowers brighten and beautify Stafford's downtown. And they are doing their job admirably. All up and down Main Street, flowers bloom in the planter boxes, colors bright and cheery, waving in the Kansas breeze.
Stafford Mercantile or even just driving down the street. But, honestly, they remained in my peripheral vision. They were there. They were pretty. But, I didn't give them all that much thought or attention.
We know the world is cracked.
- A mass shooting mows down worshipers in a South Carolina church.
- Passionate people can't agree with one another at a church conference. Both sides believe they are representing Jesus and his teachings.
- Friends mourn loved ones.
- Others struggle with scary diagnoses.
- Machinery breaks down - again.
Yes, the world is cracked. Sometimes, like the little pink petunia, we feel like we're all alone, clinging precariously to life in less-than-ideal circumstances. But, if we look around, we might find others standing in the cracks, just like those hardy flowers that find a way to bloom from concrete.
It requires us to STOP.
The devotional (in blue) was from a daily email from Guideposts.