Just below the lipstick marks, two dots with an upturned curve graced the styrofoam. It faced only her and I knew she put it there because the ink matched the writing flowing out of her pen onto paper. No one said a thing, but that little smiley face peered at her the whole morning.
Why did she do it? Was she willing herself to be happy? Was it a reminder of our lesson, to be content in all circumstances? Was it an outward sign of inner joy?
It was just a little smiley face on a styrofoam cup, and though I had nothing to do with it, it spoke to me. Be happy, Tami. Find joy in the small things. Taste and see that the Lord is good.
A tiny detail, unexpected and quirky, showed me how intricately God works.
May God be merciful and bless us. May his face smile with favor on us.