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I wanted to share this with you. I titled it: A Beautiful Blessing.
About three years ago Grandpa was dying and I remember being home with him and the family as we all came together to take care of Grandpa and each other. One day Aunt Marva and I were out in the front yard clipping the dry heads off of the zinnia flowers in the front flower bed of Grandma and Grandpa’s house. I love flowers so I wanted to go and plant the seeds in my yard to remember this bitter sweet time of Grandpa slowly fading away to go back home to be with Jesus. I thought how wonderful it would be to have those flowers come up year after year to remind me of Grandpa.
I never got around to planting the zinnia seeds the following year because I had tucked the seeds away and forgot about them actually. But later that year I found the seeds and decided that I was definitely going to plant them the following season, which was the spring of 2009. My husband and I don’t know much about landscaping but we made a flower bed in our side yard and Mom came over to help me plant them. I was so excited to begin to enjoy the blessings of the beautiful flowers. A few weeks went by and only a few flowers came up, all at the bottom of the flower bed. I realized then that our flower bed was not flat enough and that we should have built it up more because the seeds must have gotten washed away by the rain. So I was only lucky enough to have a few flowers but I thought once they dry out I will clip the heads off and plant them again the next year, which would have been this last spring. But that never happened because a big wind storm came through a ripped the few flowers I had completely out and away and I had nothing left of the sweet memory of the flowers to remind me of Grandpa, the only things that came up this year in that flower bed was a bunch of weeds.
Just a couple of weeks ago we lost Grandma and as we know people generally buy plants or flowers for the family to show their sympathy. Tim, my husband, had asked that I please not come home from the funeral with any plants. When Grandpa died I was fortunate enough to get a couple of plants from the funeral that I cherish and take special care of. I love plants and have a ton of them in my house. It looks like a jungle. Tim told me to not come home with any plants because we actually don’t have any more room for them. He also told his mom who wanted to get me a special plant, not to buy me a plant because we didn’t need anymore and that we didn’t have any room for another plant. I was a little upset that he denied me a blessing of a plant from his mom. Surely we could find room for one more plant. I wanted to submit to Tim and honor what he asked me to do but I was very tempted to bring a plant home when Aunt Faye said that there were three small plants that didn’t have anyone’s name on them and I was welcome to them if I wanted. I thought to myself, they are even small plants, surely I could take one home and Tim would understand. But the still small voice said to me, “Do not disobey what your husband has asked you to do, respect him and submit to him.” So I resisted and headed back home to Branson with no plants.
I had been gone from Branson for four days and to my surprise when I pulled up to my house I stopped to check my mail and looked up at my side yard and in that flower bed in the midst of all those weeds was a single little pink zinnia flower, Grandma’s favorite color. I just looked at it and cried sweet tears and said thank you Lord. The next day I went outside and pulled the weeds up and loved on that flower and just enjoyed it. A couple days later there was another pink flower blooming from that single plant and then another one and another one. God spoke to me and said, “thank you for submitting to your husband’s wishes to not bring home a plants as he asked you to. I had something better in store for you. Something that I knew would touch your heart deeply.” And it did and still does as I see those flowers every day that I know God caused to bloom while I was gone saying bye to Grandma. Now this year I will try again to clip the heads off and plant the seeds again next year and every year after that until I have a full field of zinnia flowers to remember both Grandma and Grandpa by. What a beautiful blessing!
Love Love and more Love
Abby






