The day before Valentine's Day, while I was in the checkout line at a local grocery story, I watched an elderly man pick up and examine several bouquets before choosing one of assorted kinds and colors of cut flowers wrapped in red floral paper. How sweet! I thought. He's still buying flowers for a woman he loves (wife, significant other, daughter, granddaughter???). He was smiling as he hobbled out of the store, bouquet in hand.
His actions reminded me of this quote by Amy Carmichael (1867-1951), who was a missionary in India for over 55 years:
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