Thursday, June 03, 2010


My favorite flower smell is lilacs.
Today was a busy day at work. Lots going on, and one particular conversation that keeps coming back to mind. It was with a client. We've known each other for a while, ups and downs...and today, I suggested....that she try praying.....'can't hurt, might help' was my motto.
It was a good conversation. So many times when I meet with these women, I struggle to let go. I struggle to 'leave it at work.' And tonight I have been thinking of her.
And tonight I needed to see God.
And so, in the afterglow of the thunderstorm, I rolled up my pajama pant legs, donned my grama cardigan, and journeyed to the back of the yard.....past the deck, past the play structure and the swings and the lounge the very the lilac bush.
The sky was a shade lighter than midnight, the ground was soggy with rain......and there I stood, with my head buried in the lilacs. I breathed. It was good. And as the rain trickled off the flowers and streamed down my face.....and I began to feel refreshed. Hope that is seen is no hope at all. Who hopes for what he already has, but if we hope for what we do not have, we wait for it patiently. (Romans.....8, I think)
And so tonight I hope.....for her future, for their futures. And I thank God, for lilacs and for hope.

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