I was looking at two daffodils the other day and it set me thinking - they would both die in a few days, maybe one would live longer than the other, but the flowers would both fade and die. But, yet one of them would continue to live after the other was completely dead. Why? -
Because one was in a vase and the other rooted in the ground.
It came to me that faith could be like that.
That I need to be like that bulb planted in the ground, so that my faith is constantly feeding and growing.
(No, I`m not a preacher! far from it!!, but sometimes looking at an everyday item, something comes to me that seems almost as a
"shaft of light".