Somewhere along the Heartland Trail, just north of Walker, we came upon a small colony of these little things, a bunch of them, fragile little plants of some type (don't know what) that were actually breaking through the blacktop. Amazing. Hard-headed monsters, stubborn as heck.
Whenever I see such a thing, I'm reminded of an old Malcolm Muggeridge cold-war era line that goes something like this (can't remember it exactly): if the earth itself were layered in concrete, someplace, somewhere, some small green plant would break through. That's faith.
I know he said it better, but I can't find the quote.
I did find this, however: "Every happening, great and small, is a parable whereby God speaks to us, and the art of life is to get the message."
And that line will do for morning thanks this morning. I'm going fishing.