A few days ago, a group of us drove three miles round and round and up and up to the top of Mt. Scott in Southwest Oklahoma to catch the sunset. The views were breathtaking. I marveled at the One who gives us breath.

It’s amazing when you think about it—no two sunsets are exactly alike. Even watching this sunset, the skies changed minute by minute—as blinding rays reigned and winds dominated the clouds. Many of us took pictures trying to catch the vast expanse, the glory of it all—God’s artwork displayed in land, lakes, and skies for all on the top of Mt. Scott to witness.

That being said, oddly enough, the picture that caught my attention was one my son showed me. The feature picture—a small patch of clover surrounded by miles of God’s glory in all directions. Anyway, the picture reminded me of something special to my heart that I wanted to share with you.

Mom made up games. This was a favorite. She’d gather my siblings and me together, clover surrounding us, and we’d plop down and the hunt was on to find a four-leaf clover. We were quiet, focused, searching as our little hands strummed through the clover; until, quite amazingly, one of us usually found one! How crazy is that?! That one—would be the one squealing with delight and jumping up and down at finding the four-leaf gem.

To this day when I see a patch of clover, I am compelled to stop, stoop down, and stare at these three-leaf clovers in search of the one that’s different. Mom is the one to blame or credit. LOL.

Back to what I want to share with you. It was about 1984ish, my sons were just little guys and our view was Mt. Rainier. It’s been so long ago now, I’m not sure if it was a birthday party or a housewarming celebration. Anyway, everyone had left and I was in the backyard; out of the corner of my eye, I spotted a patch of clover. Instinctively, I was drawn to them. I knelt down and began looking intently for a four-leaf clover.

The thought crossed my mind, “Maybe this was more than a game Mom played with us kids; maybe, it was a chance for her to sit a spell and catch her breath, while at the same time watching her “gifts from God” enjoying themselves.

YOU’LL NEVER GUESS WHAT HAPPENED! I couldn’t believe my eyes…I spotted a FIVE-LEAF-CLOVER!

That day, ALL DAY I thought about that FIVE-LEAF CLOVER*. I kept asking God, “Why does this clover have FIVE-LEAVES?”

I sensed God’s still small voice in my spirit and wrote this poem:

Today I found a clover
it was hidden in the grass.
And yet it caught my eye
as it was different than the mass.

It had not three leaves
or four, but five!
And as I pondered God’s creation
I began to wonder—Why?

Why is this one different, Lord?
Why not all the same?
Why is this one different, Lord!
I asked, and asked again.

The answer seemed to come
like a soft gentle breeze.
I choose this one to be different
for Myself just to please.

And that’s the way it is with you
the one I love so true.
You have not chosen Me
But I have chosen you.

This poem is simple and yet, profound beyond understanding.

Fellow Jesus Follower, by God’s love, mercy, and grace shown to us in His Son, Jesus, this is who you are, “You are a chosen generation, a royal priesthood, a holy nation, His own special people, that you may proclaim the praises of Him who called you out of darkness into His marvelous Light” (1 Peter 2:9).

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*What happened to that five-leaf clover? I carefully plucked it, took it into the house, and put my treasure between two pieces of wax paper. I kept it in my Bible until our house burned down, and my Bible with that clover disappeared in the flames in November 1996. By God’s grace, we survived. That’s another story.🌻