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Thursday, April 17, 2025

The Sign of the Trillium, Re-visited

Once again this year, as in each of the past nine Springs, one red flower and one white flower have appeared together on the trillium plant in my front yard. Just in time for Easter and my special memory of Sunday morning, April 16, 2017 (see below).

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The Sign of the Trillium

Uppermost in my mind during these past weeks of Lent has been a vivid memory from the day my beloved father passed away — Easter Sunday morning, 2017.

I will never forget the amazing gift of assurance that God provided to me that Sunday morning: two three-petal flowers (one pure white, the other dark red) suddenly appearing on the trillium plant that Dad had set out in the yard many years before.

Those sweet little wildflowers (photo above), nestled under the shade of a hicks yew bush north of the driveway, were just waiting to be found. Had it only been the dark red flower springing up from the bed of English ivy, this sign of hope could easily have been missed; but the pure white flower set off by that lush sea of green could never have been overlooked. It stood out as a shining beacon! Coincidence that both blossoms would just happen to appear right before my eyes on the morning of my father’s passing? I don’t think so!

Perfectly timed for Easter, the red trillium was a beautiful reminder of the redeeming blood of Christ; the white trillium, of His glorious resurrection and the promise of eternal life.

Blooming there in the yard, side-by-side, on that very day, those two little flowers were also a powerful sign for me that the reunion I was hoping and praying my parents were enjoying was indeed taking place. A “God-sign” that I believe was sent to assure me that my father had awakened in Heaven that Easter Sunday morning, and my mother was right there to greet him. She had been waiting for him for 14 years. Inseparable in life, now together again at last, they were safe and secure in God’s loving arms. An undeniable feeling of peace eased my questioning, aching heart that morning. The memory still comforts me today.

I’ll never forget the sign of the trillium.

* The beautiful photograph of the trillium flowers was taken by good friend and Master Gardener Linda McMullen. So grateful, Linda.

Saturday, April 05, 2025

Here’s to Spring!

“For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone; the flowers appear on the earth . . . ”
– Song of Solomon 2:11-12 KJV

Dear Friends,

Post yesterday’s drenching rainstorms, it is now so beautiful outside that I am feeling moved to wax eloquent!

Think about it! Every single Spring, without fail, we are treated to this glorious scene. Lush, green, colorful.

All of the growing things in our midst suddenly awakening and bursting into bloom, every flower and every tree true to its own individual self. Daffodils are, and will always be, daffodils; tulips will always be tulips; magnolia trees will always be magnolia trees. Forsythia bushes are, and will always be, forsythias. We can count on it. Year after year after year.

Such a predictable and unwavering transformation is remarkable, and yet not, for we know that God’s plan and His creations are perfect.

He loves us, my friends, and His love never changes nor ends. Case in point: His annual gift of Spring.

Let us celebrate the season!

Mary

Thursday, March 06, 2025

The Love and the Melodies Linger On

Today, March 6, would have been my late father’s 107th birthday. Those of you who personally knew Dad often tell me that you still think of him sitting at the piano, playing his repertoire of popular tunes, which included: Stardust, As Time Goes By, Over the Rainbow, Till There Was You, Phi Delt Bungalow,* and Back Home Again in Indiana. Oh, how Dad, even into his late 90s, loved to play the piano! And oh, how we all loved to hear him play!

I read recently that if you say out loud the name of a loved one who has passed on, he or she is brought especially close to you again. Today, I’m calling out my dad’s name and wishing him a very Happy Birthday. I know he is with me. I can almost hear the faint strains of his favorite songs, as he sits tickling the ivories on the keyboard of a heavenly piano.

Play on, Dad. We’re listening.

Love, Mary

*Phi Delt Bungalow

You may live in a marble palace, dear,
On a throne that was built just for you.
You may live in a tent in the Far Orient,
Or a vine-covered cottage for two.
You may spend all your life as a gypsy’s wife,
Or live in a French chateau,
But the love that is true,
It is waiting for you
In a Phi Delt bungalow.

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