Withering. For lack of water I noticed today that my plant was withering. I've been so busy, so distracted that I had failed to pay attention. Not paying attention to the small things in life may result in withering. Specifically, I'm talking about those everyday events that we gloss right over in our hurriedness. Yesterday, my eighty six year old father made a comment about how pretty the sky was. It was an ordinary blue sky with a few white whisps of clouds, but he was right. The color was magnificent. The true handy work of our creator was set before us to relish. Let us not wither in our attempts to get everything done on our to do list. Taking the time to stop and smell the roses will make all the difference.
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