Once in a blessed while, you get so swept up in the flow of giving and receiving that you see the face of God. Sometimes, when you least expect it, without ever choosing it, you get caught up in the ceaseless generosity that flows from the Father to the Son to the Spirit — and from God through all creation.
It happened at JP's Flower Shop in Warren, Ill., my hometown, population 1,500. There I met Deb Eberle while ordering a Mother's Day bouquet. I soon discovered that this flower-shop clerk is also an emergency medical technician, one of several who recently took care of my father as the ambulance rushed him to the hospital with an apparent heart attack.
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