Written on June 9, 2010
For today's moment of joy, I looked at my lillies. I even talk to them and thank them. They are happily blooming in the front, sides, and back of my house. I have loved them for the 25 years that we have lived here, but especially for the last 5 years. In 2005 when our house burned, I saw and felt devastation. To my surprise, in early June, my lillies opened their lovely faces, just as they always had. They didn't seem to notice that we weren't home, the windows were boarded up, and my heart was so heavy. I remember tearfully saying to Gail, "My lillies are blooming." She, ever pratical, said, "Don't cry. Cut some and put them in a vase." She said just what I needed to hear, as she always does. I have reflected on those lillies ever since as the symbol of graceful beauty amidst heartache, and I have tried to behave that same way. I have chosen more lillies as decorative accents in my house to remind me. Even in hard times, they hold their heads up and show their splendor, opening a new bloom every day for a season. They rest, and then they come back again the next year, year after year. They toil not, neither do they spin, and yet Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed as one of these. Today I found joy as I considered the lillies.
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