Well, something completely unexpected happened, that made me feel like God was whispering hope and love in my ear:
When have I ever seen a Calla lilly bloom in my backyard in the Fall?
Never, that's when.
I mean, they're called Easter lillies for a reason! And while this year I had the most gorgeous proliferation of blooms in the Spring, and enjoyed them immensely, they died over the course of a couple of months, just like always.
Why would one start to bloom right then, at just when my heart would so appreciate it?
The view from my bathroom window
Ah, I know the rain we had a few weeks ago must have had something to do with it, and we have had a gorgeous Indian summer the past two months (I keep telling you all, Fall is the time to visit the Bay!) which I am sure the plants loved, and clearly they must sometimes bloom in the Fall. . .
Doesn't matter. God knows what beauty would minister to my crushed spirit.
I'm fine now. My heart is good. And now there are two stalks in bloom. And I am making a point of looking at them out the window whenever I'm washing my hands at the bathroom sink, to keep the gratitude for blooms and heart healing fresh in my mind.
So beautiful!
ReplyDeleteI really enjoyed the view from that window when we were with you this summer. The flowers were so pretty.
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