The Things I Say Before I Go

Recently I was visiting a friend who has a greenhouse. As she showed me her flowers, we came to the most beautiful one of all … a golden chrysanthemum, bursting with blooms. But to my great surprise, it was growing in an old dented, rusty bucket.
I thought to myself, “If this were my plant, I’d put it in the loveliest container I had!” My friend changed my mind.
“I ran short of pots,” she explained,” and knowing how beautiful this one would be, I thought it wouldn’t mind starting out in this old pail. It’s just for a little while, until I can put it out in the garden.”
She must have wondered why I laughed so delightedly, but I was imagining such a scene in heaven. “Here’s an especially beautiful one,” God might have said when he came to the soul of the sweet old fisherman. “He won’t mind starting in this small body.”
All this happened long ago … and now, in God’s garden, how tall this lovely soul must stand.