Join Darcy in the Tuesday Sweet Shot Day!

Tea Hot? Take a moment to see why they are sweet to me,
and not just a Sweet Shot

In 1996 we moved from Roosevelt on the bay,  
to Shell Street on the hill – in Charleston, Oregon.  It would be the
last time I transplanted the Forget Me Nots.

I had taken snippets of them from state to state, Oklahoma, Missouri, California, New Jersey, and back to Oregon, changing homes 3 times – planting the last snips under my favorite corner tree, facing the bay, looking towards our neighbor’s homes.

It was a change in seasons for us, a time of growing up, moving from the sin filled selfish activities of younger twenties, and moving into responsible parental driven thirties.

These were the flowers belonging to my grandmother. 
The one who prayed me through from birth to just a bit after graduation when she went home to sit at His Knee
pleading face to face for me.

I left the flowers~
       knowing that I would not forget, 
               – her homesteading life or ways, 
                – her simple lifestyle,
                -  her simple child like faith,
                -  her passion and love of the Word,
                  – her fingers always busy, 
                      – the midnight prayer warrior.
       We were moving into her home on Libby Drive. 

I knew there would be Forget Me Nots there, not only in the earth, but in her touches around the property in memories. 

This spring, 2010, returning to the coast after six years on the high desert – six springs without seeing these tiny detailed colored symetrical marvels be the first to greet spring, it all came flooding back to me, the joy of seeing them year after year, flourishing. Begging us to remember – New Birth, Resurrection, Peace, Joy, Submission, Repentance, Obedience, Patience -  A Life Lived For the King. We spent those years in between learning  – listening – growing into the woman that the Lord would want us to be, a woman my grandmother raised me to be.

We live on  quite a large piece of property, and now with the sign of spring all around us – prompted by 60 degree temps and rain -  the Forget Me Nots compete with the Rhodies, Daffodils,  Flowering Maples, Pansies, Daisies, Skunk Cabbage and the fresh brush growth of Spring.

This week, my youngest son went on a walk in the morning-  his walk with the dog, where he sings to the Lord and wanders the back woods. He came back declaring that he had found the perfect flower.  A tear dripped as I realized the New Flower he had picked was the very bunch of  flowers I had photographed earlier in the morning. How I wanted to cry and pour out my story to him -  But I took Breath, Allowed is Moment – of flower presentation, and the kiss on the cheek that he expected, and the hug. 

In time, I will tell him the story of his Great Grandma,
and her Forget Me Nots but she would want me to just put those perfect little buds in a vase and hug that lil ol boy.

Join Darcy in the Tuesday Sweet Shot Day!