4-Leaf Clover

I spent over an hour today hunting for a 4-Leaf Clover in our backyard. The girls kept picking little flowers off a nearby bush and bringing to me: "fa-wa da-da" (as Bibs puts it). It has great. For a time we all lay on our backs and watched the clouds move. And somewhere in those moments of refreshment (finally a good description when I preach about sabbath) it dawned on me how many years it has been since I took the time to stop and hunt for 4 Leaf Clovers.

When I was young this was an almost daily occurance. See some clovers...go searching. And growing up on Vancouver Island, they were everywhere! But obviously a day arrived when I stopped. It is not as if I stopped seeing fields of clovers, I just stopped getting down on my hands and knees and searching. I can't remember when...probably a mix of boredom or workaholism (both can have the same sabbath-crushing effect) and the need to look cool (what would the high school girls think if they saw me searching through the clovers?) both led me away from my lifelong search. Years went by, and more and more I detached myself from interacting with Creation.

To date, I have yet to find a 4-Leaf Wonder. The little booger is still eluding me. But perhaps today, playing with my kids outside (for WAY too long by our world's busy standards) I have been reminded of the need to stop, get on my knees, and find that elusive clover. Do you hear him shaking? He knows I'm on his trail again!