Roll me Over

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It seems that day was so very long ago. That day when I was thumbing through the pages of Mom's Bible. The day I first saw that dried out and flattened Four-Leaf Clover that she kept between the pages. And it was just recently that I came across it again where she had kept it so very long ago.

It was the first time that I had ever seen one, and I've seen only a few since. So, I risked getting spanked for snooping in her stuff, but I had to ask her about the find. She explained that Four Leaf Clovers hung out amid the rest of clovers in most any field. They were special, and filled with luck, but were very hard to find.

I looked for what seemed like hours that day, alone in a clover field in the park. Each time, I would grab the plant only to realize it had but three leaves. Over and over again. Only ones with 3 leaves could I find as my disapointment grew and grew. With tears in my eyes, I returned home only to be coddled in Mom's arms.

Together we returned to that clover field, and within what seemed like moments, she had found 3 or 4 of them. So many, so quickly, in fact that I believed she actually planted them herself. And then she pointed one out to me for me to pick. How lucky I was! Immediately, I felt the rush, just as she had explained would come. And ever so suddenly, she jumped on me, and together we laughed as she sung, "Roll me over in the clover, roll me over ,lay me down and do it again!"

I learned that day, that Four Leaf Clovers are more prevailent that what one might seem. They blend in with their surroundings so well that they seem hard to find. And if you look so hard for them, you just might not find any even though they are staring you in the face.

Such is life. Life is good. It is filled with pleasures. It is all around us, even in the gloomiest of days. But sometimes we over look all the pleasures God has given us and seem only to dwell on the other crap.

Roll me over Mom. I wish we could do that again.
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