It was a beautiful spring day, and a sense of peace stayed with me asÂ I left the cathedral on Easter Monday morning. I paused for a momentÂ on top of the steps leading to the avenue, now crowded with peopleÂ rushingÂ to their jobs. Sitting in her usual place inside a small archway wasÂ the old flower lady. At her feet, corsages and boutonnieres wereÂ parading on top of a spread-open newspaper.
The flower lady was smiling, her wrinkled old face alive with someÂ inner joy. I started down the stairs–then on an impulse, turned andÂ 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 replyÂ started me. “You’ve been sitting here for many years now, haven’t you?Â And always smiling. You wear your troubles well.”
“You can’t reach my age and not have troubles,” she replied. “onlyÂ 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 dayÂ for the whole world. When I get troubles I remember that, and then IÂ think of what happened only three days later-Easter and our Lord roseÂ from the dead. So when things go wrong, I’ve learned to wait days andÂ somehow everything gets much better.”
She smiled good-bye, but her words still follow me whenever I think IÂ have troubles… “Give God a chance to help…wait three days.”
– – – written byÂ Patt Barnes