The Flower

Morning Story and Dilbert

Vintage Dilbert
April 21, 2001

For some time I have had a person provide me with a rose boutonniere to pin on the lapel of my suit every Sunday. Because I always got a flower on Sunday morning, I really did not think much of it. It was a nice gesture that I appreciated but it became routine. One Sunday, however, what I considered ordinary became very special.

As I was leaving the Sunday service a young man approached me. He walked right up to me and said, “Sir, what are you going to do with your flower?” At first I did not know what he was talking about, but then I understood.

I said, “Do you mean this?” as I pointed to the rose pinned to my coat.

He said, “Yes sir. I would like it if you are just going to throw it away.” At this point I smiled and gladly told him that he could have my flower, casually asking him what he was going to do with it. The little boy, who was probably less than 10 years old, looked up at me and said, “Sir, I’m going to give it to my granny. My mother and father got divorced last year. I was living with my mother, but when she married again, she wanted me to live with my father. I lived with him for a while, but he said I could not stay, so he sent me to live with my grandmother. She is so good to me. She cooks for me and takes care of me. She has been so good to me that I want to give that pretty flower to her for loving me.”

When the little boy finished I could hardly speak. My eyes filled with tears and I knew I had been touched in the depths of my soul. I reached up and unpinned my flower. With the flower in my hand, I looked at the boy and said, “Son, that is the nicest thing I have ever heard, but you can’t have this flower because it’s not enough. If you’ll look in front of the pulpit, you’ll see a big bouquet of flowers. Different families buy them for the church each week. Please take those flowers to your granny because she deserves the very best.”

If I hadn’t been touched enough already, he made one last statement and I will always cherish it. He said, “What a wonderful day! I asked for one flower but got a beautiful bouquet.”

Written by Pastor John R. Ramsey
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13 comments
  1. FlorK said:

    It brought tears to my eyes…and reminded me of God’s goodness. A bouquet for a flower – when we ask and He answers, it’s always more amazing than we can ever imagine!

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  2. Yes! Ask and you shall receive..and I’m a witness that when ‘He’ answers..it can be so overwhelming GOOD.

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  3. With God, all you have to do is ask and if u r pure of heart he will peovide so nuch more

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  4. Let us never take any little thing for granted again. Two miniature roses were the only flowers my husband of 5 years ever gave me. I dried them and sat them on a shelf above my computer because they were so special, but they got lost when we separated. Wish I still had them as they were as precious as diamonds.

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  5. “Call unto me and I will answer thee and show thee great and mighty things which thou knowest not.” Jeremiah 33:3

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  6. Reblogged this on Still Choosing Joy and commented:
    I recently began following this blog. I am a long time Dilbert fan (even though Steve told me, at times, when I was working that some of my tactics sounded like the “pointy haired boss”!)

    I have come to appreciate his perspective on life. I particularly was touched by this one. I was reminded the importance of not taking life’s (God’s) gifts for granted.

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  7. These days people need more stories like this. I wish the daily news would focus on the beautiful side of humanity.

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