As I walked one day, deep in thought and tasks to be completed, I caught a glimpse of a wonder that affected my thinking.
There she was, a fragile miracle in between rocks and two slabs of concrete. Even in the midst of such cold surroundings, she held her head up proudly to the sun and opened her arms, as if in quiet challenge to the world around her...as if to say she's here, she's survived the violence of stomping feet, she's survived the harsh elements and yet sprung forth and managed to shine in a place most others would've simply withered away....and died.
Her beauty shone through, even in the depth of rocks and two slabs of concrete. She knew her time was limited, but she also knew that while she had life, the BEAUTY she was meant to be would emanate...for all to see.
And for me, that turbulent day, she was a smile from God; she was my miracle, my hope, a small wonder that affected my thinking.