One year ago today my beloved mother was called home. You may read about the circumstances of her illness and death, and about how God held me close during that time, here, here, here, and here.
As is often the case, we were away from home for several days during this time. Our dear neighbor, Sue, cared for our dogs during our absence.
When we returned home on October 4, Sue welcomed us. We chatted for a few moments, then she pointed to my potted mums on the front deck. "I think I've killed them," she said. It had been hot during our absence. Sue had watered our plants, but the mums were crispy and brown despite her efforts.
"We'll see," I told her. "They're tough little plants."
In the weeks that followed I felt a bit silly watering the pots with dead plants in them. But I continued. Finally, one morning I spotted tiny new green leaves unfurling themselves in the pots.
Today, those little mums are flowering. I pass by their persistent blooms when I leave my home and when I return. Like me, they still carry the signs of that difficult week. And like me, they're recovering.
Each time I see them, those simple, small flowers remind me of God's promise of eternal life for those who follow Him.
2 In just a short time he will restore us, so that we may live in his
presence. 3 Oh, that we might know the Lord! Let us press on to know
him. He will respond to us as surely as the arrival of
dawn or the coming of rains in early spring.
Hosea 6:2-3 (NLT)