When I awakened, following my immediate thought of, "What a bizarre dream," was the next thought, "but it wouldn't be such a bad idea in real life to carry around a flower, now would it?" Of course, the idea seemed impractical, since flowers die and in certain situations, I'd probably forget that it was there with me. But then again, what better thing to carry around to remind me to be thankful than a flower? Its scent, beauty, life and delicate nature are all things which require notice, and evoke the beauty of God's creation.
I've often asked God to help me to be grateful for my life throughout Lyme disease. It's easy enough to wake up in the morning and consciously thank Him for five or ten things in my life, but as soon as I'm done with my prayers and headed downstairs for breakfast, the thankfulness often flies out the window. Being constantly reminded to say thank-you for God's blessings through the touch or scent of a flower seems a better way to maintain this attitude, all throughout the day.