Strawberries for DeAnne Post

One ordinary day, without the slightest trace of prudence or planning, it happened.

I decided to open my eyes.


This change was inspired by a simple question posed casually by a friend via email:

How did you see God in your life today?

The question had bounced around in my head as I made sack lunches, started some laundry, prepared for an important meeting, and drove to buy ripe avocados for a special family dinner that evening.

In a jam-packed day, with much to remember, all of my thoughts were funneling into one singular question:

Did you notice God today?

I thought I did…

At 50+ years old, the mother to many, with a hard-working husband and home-based career, I was lucky to notice my nearly empty gas gauge on such a busy day. (I had noticed the flakes of mascara on my cheeks in the rear view mirror, a turkey sandwich hidden under the couch before it had grown into the carpeting, my young daughter’s angst about her hermit crab’s apparent illness before school, and many other mundane and not-so-mundane details.)

But I questioned if I had taken the time to specifically see God?

And, more importantly, I wondered what I would do when I did?

With increased awareness, I determined to open my eyes a bit wider that morning.

It wasn’t difficult to do.

And not surprisingly, I seemed to see God everywhere!

In nature, in the ease of my transportation, in the music on my car radio…

But I especially noticed His light in the eyes of one glowing checker at the local supermarket.

In fact, her smile was nothing short of divine…

So I immediately thanked this woman. I told her that the light in her eyes that was helping me to see God right there in Sprouts.

Such a small thing, just no big deal, but it planted a mighty seed of change deep within me that sunny morning.

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The next day, my daughter couldn’t stop talking about our fun family dinner the previous night.

I had gone to great effort to make it memorable—homemade dressing; yummy entrée; festive place settings—but the highlight of the evening for my young Elizabeth was undeniably the chocolate-dipped strawberries.

They were not a frequent food at our table; however, the microwavable tubs of chocolate near the checkout stand were hard to resist when buying my avocados. And with sheer marketing brilliance, the berries were also conveniently sitting right there beside those chocolate tubs of love up front—so simple, so easy. How could I resist?

What elation those delectable delights created!

In fact, my husband called twice to thank me for preparing such a sweet evening for our family.


So I determined to change.

And I resolved to see God all day.

Every day.

Eyes wide open.

Then, quite unexpectedly, those eyes of mine started welling up with tears.

Because I knew at that very moment, I was seeing God.

I was seeing Him up close and personal…

In me.

DeAnne Flynn
DeAnne Flynn is the lucky mother of seven amazing kids (and two adorable bunnies). She craves ethnic foods, comfy flip flops, and all things C.S. Lewis. She is the author The Time-Starved Family, The Mother’s Mite, and Salt Lake City--and speaks frequently to groups nationwide. DeAnne enjoyed working as a news anchor/reporter before tackling her current job, "The Supreme Manager of Busy Lives" (a.k.a. "Mom"). She and her husband Craig love growing their family in shady neighborhood called Holladay.
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