Posted by: Robin | March 29, 2009
When God Smiles…
And the winner is: #63! Debbie! Debbie has a blog too! It’s at Studio Bee Creations!
Debbie, watch for an email from me! I’ll get your bag and hat out to you this week! Congratulations!!! This was so much fun, we’ll do it again next month when I launch my brand spankin new website!!!! One thing I didn’t expect is that I wished I could send every single person a prize! Sometime it would be so much fun to do that…~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I used this for Metamorphsis Monday and thought I’d add it in to Mr. Linky for Outdoor Wednesday! Beautiful pictures on tons of great blogs over at A Southern Daydreamer!
Don’t ya just love it when you feel a smile from God? You know, when something happens that has to be straight from God just for you…Here’s a little one that involves my Crabapple Tree! But first I want to introduce you to The Girl! She’s no Cherry Blossom but still she’s a beauty!
The little thing only performs at this lever for about 7 days a year. But oh she’s glorious and extravagant in those 7 days!
Here she is when I 1st noticed her tiny pink blooms a few days ago! Just a few opening here and there!
She started out small and unimpressive. Once she was almost demolished when the big tree next to her fell on top of her. But as you know if you’ve been reading my little blog….around here, we love a survivor. We couldn’t cut her down. She’s grown older, not unlike the rest of us. She’s seen her share of storms. Had her share of really bad years…oh I can relate. Maybe this is why we love her so.
She delights me when I’m writing this blog or sewing. This is what I see from the windows in my Fun Room..(It was pouring when I took these pictures!)
She’s such a show off!
March is her month to shine…Now to the God Smile…
It was during March a long time ago when God reached down and used our Girl in such a special way.
My beloved Gramma lay in a hospital readying herself for her journey to the other side of eternity. On the day she left us, I drove heartbroken, into my driveway, after spending nearly a week keeping vigil at Gramma’s bedside. Low and behold My Girl, the Crabapple Tree, was in full fuchsia bloom. My breath caught in my throat as I stared at her. It was a God moment. A sign to me that Gramma was happy and my heart would one day be lighter. Hang on, God seemed to say through the exuberant little tree, Spring’s coming.
Later that same week I was meandering around a quiet antique store feeling overwhelmed with grief and saw a tea cup with a blooming tree similar to my Girl. I stopped and so did everything around me. I felt this almost tangible comfort that went straight to my heart. I gently picked it up the fragile saucer rubbing my fingers over the smooth, cold china. ‘Maybe I should buy it’, I thought, ‘to help me remember how God had my tree bloom at just the right time’…but I just couldn’t bring myself to spend the money and I left without the cup and saucer.
Months went by and in December when my girlfriends and I sat down to exchange small gifts, my precious friend Beth handed me a beautiful box. Inside were bright pink (fresh) tiny sweetheart roses that were arranged in a teacup that was exactly like the one I’d seen in the antique store nine months before! I’d never mentioned to Beth about my Crabapple tree or seeing the teacup but Beth tends to listen to The Father when He speaks to her.
Here’s the cup and saucer.
It belonged to Beth and was in her china cabinet for years. She wanted to give me something she said, from her heart. Something that was special to her…she had no idea how the cup and saucer were not only from her but from our Father God~Ohhhh, my bud Beth, I do love her~
These are the reasons Dear Ones that our little tree is so special to us around here. And why for one week a year I feel the smile of God as she shows off her lovely fuchsia self!
Love to you today Peeps…and prayers for your week to be full of God Smiles~