I took myself out for a walk. My hip screamed at the idea of walking very far, but I did it anyway. I had barely stepped out of the garage when I was hit by the sweet smell of freshly mown grass. I wrote on my hand - better than a post-it note because it doesn't fall off - I'm grateful for grass.
Living in Florida, I take grass for granted. Even in the winter it stays a pretty shade of green. It is sometimes covered by frost, but never lost under layers of snow and sludge. I love green.
I have never forgotten something a friend in high school said that seemed a little corny at the time but quite profound now. She said she wished someone would make a candle that smelled like mowed grass. Mmmm. It's a nice, clean, earthy smell. It's a feel good smell.
Somewhere in Africa, Kenya I believe, maybe the Sudan, maybe both, there is a drought going on. No water means no farming, no grass, no food for animals, and, obviously, no drinking water. It's grim.
So as we come to the end of a day that has been filled with tragedy across the country and very close to home, I am zeroing in on the little things. Before I go to sleep tonight I will pray for peaceful hearts and homes. And I will say thank you for the green grass that grows on both sides of the proverbial fence.
My you be comforted tonight by something green,