Cup of Spring
I found these sweet violets in the yard today while I was taking Janey outside. Their purple faces surprised me, all huddled together by the water hose. I gathered up a handful and placed them in my mom’s teacups to photograph them. This is just the sort of image she would have loved. Old teacups and flowers were two of her favorite things.
It seems grief is always with me these days. I try to ignore it sometimes. I tread water above my heart so that I do not have to feel all the feelings. It is just too hard sometimes to fully grasp that she is gone. I can hear her voice so clearly in my mind. The voice of my mother is embedded deeply in the fabric of my being. I loved her voice. It was lilting and happy- always so full of life. I loved the way her voice carried my name. “Ma-ry” came out more like a song than a name when she said it.
I miss her singing my name.
I told Chris it is a strange sensation when the person you were hoping to make proud passes away. All the things I did that I hoped she would somehow see or find, they seem to just float aimlessly now- seeking the her elusive approval.
Mom- I photographed the violets again this year. I miss you so.
These are for you. See you soon.
1 Thessalonians 4:14 ~”For we believe that Jesus died and rose again, and so we believe that God will bring with Jesus those who have fallen asleep in him.”
For You
Sweet VIolets
Poured Out
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Dear Mrs. Mary Anne, I love these so much! Thank you for sharing your heart, even when it hurts. Also, have you heard of Gibbs Gardens? It is in Ball Ground, GA. It covers 220 acres, and there are all kinds of flowers during the year. Right now there are 20 million daffodils in bloom, according to their website. I went last week, and it is like a small taste of heaven. I think you would like it. Thank you again for blessing me.
-Claire Willis
These are GORGEOUS! Both the violets AND the teacups! Hahahaha! They look so regal in a feminine yet “oh so strong” way. Like you. Because of Jesus’s strength in you, you are stronger than you can ever imagine. And so beautiful! Hugs! 🙂
One time I read that “The Lord will carry you over your hurt, then through it, and finally past it- but you’ll never forget.” I know that even when time passes and you come around with a smile on your face, and it seems the rest of the world has all but forgotten, grief still rises up in you and you have to deal with it over and over. That at any given time, it can pop out of nowhere to smack you in the face, and you have to deal with it. But time and God’s healing hand help to lessen that, and praise Jesus, death loses its bitter sting in the hope and comfort we find in Him! Sometimes you might just have a bad day and other times you may go through a day when you barely think about it, but I’m thankful He’s with us through every minute of every day, no matter what we’re feeling. May He hold you close as you walk through the different stages of grief and sustain you with His grace. Blessings of peace to you today, dear friend that I’ve never met~ may you find sweet comfort in memories of your precious Mom!