Out of place

Tucked in between tall buildings, tight turns, honking horns, construction, and chaos, is this tiny little brick building.  It caught my eye a few months ago.  Each time I drive in, I look for it.

The picture doesn’t do the tiny-ness justice.  It’s old, odd-shaped, and minuscule.  It doesn’t fit in among the bustle and overwhelming hugeness of the city.

After a while, I started to notice that someone lives there, or at least does something there.  And though they live in this odd, cast-off little place, they fly a flag and put out beautiful flowers. 

Something about it has touched me.  Even if we feel out of place, odd, and absolutely insignificant in the face of all around us, we still have beauty to offer.  We can still lift and help someone, even if we don’t feel significant.

I think this little building is me.  Or maybe, what I’m trying to be.