sunflower explosion

Sometimes seeds lay dormant for a very long time. Then when conditions are right, and the weather cooperates, all of a sudden, there is action.
Drive along the fruit way from Ogden to Brigham, and up on the mountains you will see an explosion of one of my favorite flowers. Bright like the sun. Happy like yellow. Big like my dreams. And easy like Sunday morning.

Sunflowers.

a thousand tears.

I cried a thousand tears the last few weeks for a tragic accident that hit me at the core. A sweet little girl, just my Maggie's age, was taken all too soon from this life. My heart broke into a million pieces as I put myself in the shoes of the mother, and thought, in an instant this life can change.




And there is a loss.




And an empty feeling.




Nobody to wear the tiny shoes, or play with the little toys. No warm fingers to wrap around a baby blanket filled with the scent of a clean bath. No more soft kisses to say goodnight, or sleepy eyes in the morning. The very thought nearly breaks me in two.




But, sitting in church yesterday, I was impressed to remember that a loss on this side of life is a treasure found on the other. Someone dear is holding her near, and loving her. Rocking her until the space of time evaporates and forever is filled in its place.

 And that will be a great day indeed.