It was a beautiful spring day, and a sense of peace stayed with me as
I left the cathedral on Easter morning. I paused for a moment on top
of the steps leading to the avenue, now crowded with people rushing to
their jobs. Sitting in her usual place inside a small archway was the
old flower lady. At her feet, corsages and boutonnieres were parading
on top of a spread-open newspaper.
The flower lady was smiling, her wrinkled old face alive with some inner
joy. I started down the stairs--then on an impulse, turned and picked
out a flower.
As I put it in my lapel, I said, "You look happy."
"Why not?' she answered. "Everything is good."
She was dressed so shabbily and seemed so very old that her reply started
me. "You've been sitting here for many years now, haven't you? And always
smiling. You wear your troubles well."
"You can't reach my age and not have troubles," she replied. "Only it's
like Jesus and Good Friday...." She paused for a moment.
"Yes?" I prompted.
"Well, when Jesus was crucified on Good Friday, that was the worst day for
the whole world. When I get troubles I remember that, and then I think of
what happened only three days later-Easter and our Lord rose from the dead.
So when things go wrong, I've learned to wait days and somehow everything
gets much better."
She smiled good-bye, but her words still follow me whenever I think I have
troubles..."Give God a chance to help...wait three days."
By Patt Barnes