Today, after working at the flea market, my special unnamed friend and I stopped by Goodwill to look at their stock. In case you have missed it, Christmas is right around the corner. As we walked through the store employees were putting out new stock. We made our initial pass through glassware and art. After our first walkthrough, I walked over to the books. Numerous paperbacks filled the shelves. All of the usual authors decorated the shabby wooden shelves. Koontz, Metzer, Thor, Patterson, and Clark were well represented.
After perusing this fine selection of books, I walked over to see how my friend was doing. She was having her usual fun time looking at pottery and glassware. Then I made my way over to the art section again. There it was, a picture of lilies in black and white. There was something serene about the picture that calmed me. My childhood came flooding into my mind. I could hear my Sunday School teacher speaking. My memory came with audio: He is the lily of the valley, the bright and morning star. I stood there staring at that picture until my friend came up behind me. This small piece of art reminded me that you find them in the valley. They aren’t on the mountain tops, but in the lowest point of our lives, we still have beauty. No matter how deep the valley, the lily is there to provide us with hope.
As it turned out, I am glad that I stopped by Goodwill. As a fan of Mark Twain, I found a small collection of his work for sale. I purchased it for three dollars. It seems that I made the purchase of the day. However, I must confess that in no regards does it hold a candle to my special friend’s wooden shoes. That is another tale for another time.
You guys take care. I will catch up with you soon.