Woman's Diary Entry

I wrote to tell you that I saw Jesus today.

He offered me a smile for a crinkled dollar and said from behind his mask of street soot that He didn’t think I saw Him.

I admit I hadn’t realized it was Him. Guess I expected blue eyes and a long white robe, but I sure needed that guileless smile.

I kept walking, slightly less upset that my partner had forgotten my birthday.

I lingered in front of an overgrown lot of nameless wildflowers waving desperately and decided to pick a few.

Then arrived at home and walked around the house into the backyard to happily discover that a cultivar planted weeks before was offering its first blossoms so I added them to the bouquet in my hands.

“Those flowers are beautiful,” my clueless husband said as I quietly entered the back door.

“The peonies finally bloomed,” I said with a sigh.

“Yeah, I watered them while you were gone,” he returned

At least you did that since you didn’t give me flowers. I tried desperately to credit my husband with a seedling’s, a wilted flower’s benefit of the doubt.

“Oh, I guess God watered these others then. Must have rained downtown. Why are you wearing your robe? Isn’t it early for bed?”

“Not too early for a birthday surprise. Thought you would enjoy a men’s loungewear modeling show,” he said.