A Percolator and a Tree

A small act of kindness, a small gift, maybe a seed planted? 

 A perculator, coffee and creamer delivered to underneath a bridge. . ."Merry Christmas" is heard in the cold, windy air. . .Smiles.

Sweet college girl talks about horses with the black ashened face of the homeless woman who used to work with thoroughbreds.  Beneath the black ashes on the white face, was beauty.  But she would not let it be photographed.  She was told she was beautiful.  She points to her once broken nose and fingers and blackened hands from the fire's ashes.  She only saw the brokeness and dirt.  I saw more.  She will be told again.

A pine tree growing at the edge of the bridge, pointed out, saying it looked like a Christmas tree.  They think about it. . .Christmas. . .but nothing to hang on that tree.

Next week-end, another gift.  A surprise. 

Garland and tinsel and balls for a lonely tree by the bridge, for lonely people. More smiles in the making?  Another seed planted?  Hope settles in a smile coming across the face as thoughts of giving come to mind. . .not so much store bought giving, but giving from the heart. 

When they look at their new Christmas tree, will they see Christmas?  I hope they see it in more than just the tree.  Such an easy, simple thing to do. . .results could be priceless and out of this world.  Worth it?  I think so.  We'll see. . .stay tuned.

P.S. Please pray for good weather!

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