It is splashed with big multi-colored flowers with pretty green leaves.
I use it continually.
It came in the mail one day 30 years ago from a store in California that I never heard of, from a town where I had never been.
It bore names of people that rang no bells in my memory.
Inside the package was a lovely thank you note of gratitude. It said, “Thank you for being good Samaritans.”
It was from two women with a car full of children —stranded on a long stretch of road in West Texas.
Their car was smoking and belching steam and it was a l-o-n-g way to town.
My good hearted husband stopped and rendered aid. We made room in our little car with the four of us.
We added another six people with suitcases and various boxes, and off we went, talking to our new friends.
Money was not what they needed. They needed help and that was all we had to give.
We never knew how they got our address, but the bowl came and it still kind of warms my heart to use my “Samaritan” bowl.
Some days everything seems to go wrong. Nothing is right.
We “stick our foot in our mouth.” We think we are fat and ugly and have “bad hair days.”
We seem clumsy and soon we are “down” on ourselves.
Now is the time to pull out a memory of self worth. Now is the time to remember that Jesus thought we were worth dying for (John 3:16).
Pride and haughtiness are ugly vices. Meekness and humility are wonderful virtues.
Somewhere in between we need a reminder of our value.
Everyone needs at least one blue flowered bowl.