in search of a metal sunflower, I discovered a symbol of light delivered by an unknown angel in a generous act of lovingkindness. Purple is the color for spiritual, and yellow, for faith. The yellow flowers had bloomed in the dark. I knew it was mine as it warmed my hand from the heat of the sun. Back at the car, I glanced at the tiger statue. I wasn't as materially magnetized to things as I'd been in the past. I learned something about myself that caught me by surprise. Sunflowers are a favorite as they always turn their heads to face the light. ![]() Wending our way through rows, and rows, we found not one metallic sunflower. Wow.sensory overload kicked in at the overwhelming sight of three acres of cheerful, fun creativity. Each piece began as a thought in the creative mind of the artist. The multitude of whimsical art: life size animals, dinosaurs, fountains, colorful birdbaths, planters, pottery, carved wooden statues, rows and rows. Purple is my favorite color, but not wanting to be selfish, I let it be for someone else, and went to explore the emporium. Some thoughtful, caring person had painted the stone, and left it on the tiger's head, in hopes it would be found and brighten someone's day. A shiny purple stone gleamed on the tiger's head. First thing, I saw getting out of the car was a statue of a large painted tiger. The parking lot was full and we parked on a side street by the emporium. Once we arrived, the magnitude of the famous yard sale was amazing. Years ago, I spotted the huge colorful emporium at the crossroads, but we didn't stop then, anxious to get home after a road trip. On Sunday, Elliot surprised me by suggesting a ride to Barberville. "For he shall give his angels charge over thee, to keep thee in all thy ways." (Psalm 91) I am so grateful for our heavenly angels who generously entertain and bring joy, love, peace, and protection into our lives to share. ![]() The expression dates back to the 1600's, and means to give someone warm and happy feelings. An angel thought whispered an old saying, "It warms the cockles of my heart."Ĭurious, I looked that up, too. A happy feeling filled my heart as I held the unusual bird shell in my hand. Cockles are found in all the seas around the world. Heart clam! from a family Cardiidae that are named Cockles or heart clams. Now, filled with curiosity, the type of seashell seemed an important part of the angel message as I leafed through the guide book. I laughed, looking twice.Įarlier, I had revisited a longstanding bird writing project that never got off the ground. I was holding a bird's head! A gift from the sea. Upon close examination, nature had naturally carved out two holes like eyes, and its hinge looked like a brown beak. Now the lone shell had my full attention. Somehow the day before, I had overlooked it when carrying a handful of shells to the porch that my son had left on my desk from his trip to the sea. ![]() It happened yesterday with an ordinary seashell. Sometimes the element of surprise overwhelms the senses of concrete logic as a divine lens opens the aperture to reveal a bigger, brighter picture. I am learning more and more nothing happens by chance.
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