This story was shared by my preacher in church one Sunday morning. Like to share it with u all. The love of a little boy...: As the preacher was leaving the Sunday Service a young boy walked up to him and said"Sir,what are you going to do with your flower?"At first the preacher didn't know what the boy was talking about. When it sank in,he pointed to the rose on his lapel and asked the boy"Do you mean this?" The boy said,"Yes,sir. If you're just going to throw it away,I would like it."The preacher smiled and told him he could have the flower and then casually asked what he was going to do with it. The boy,who was probably no more than 10 years old looked up at the preacher and said."Sir,I'm going to give it to my granny. My mother and father divorced last year. I was living with my mother,but she married again,and wanted me to live with my father. I lived with him for a while,but he said I couldn't stay,so he sent me to live with my grandmother. She is so good for me. She cooks for me and takes care of me. She has been so good to me that I wanted to give her that pretty flower for loving me." When the little boy finished,the preacher could hardly speak. His eyes filled with tears and he knew he had been touched by GOD. He reached up and an pin the rose. With the flower in his hand,he looked at the boy and said,"Son,that is the nicest thing that I've ever heard,but you can't have this flower because it's not enough. If you'll look infront of the pulpit,you'll see a big bouquet of flowers.Diffirent families buy them for the Church each week. Please take those flowers for your granny because she deserves the very best" The boy said"What a wonderful day! I asked for one flower but got a beautiful bouquet". This story touched my heart.