"...And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils."
It was March in New Hampshire, the calendar told us the Vernal Equinox had come and gone but Winter still lingered on and we waited for Spring. It was the time of year when daffodils fill the stores with their beauty, tempting us of brighter days ahead. Of all the flowers that decorate God's good earth none has captured my heart quite like these.
And so it was on that March day that I stood there in the parking lot, with my little boy sitting in the cart. My heart was broken and I was just pretending to function as a human being. Standing there ~ I watched her walk through the row of cars, pushing her cart. She was beautiful. I wondered at her beauty... it was not the beauty the world proclaims, but earthy and untouched. She wasn't the perfect shape, height, or weight. She had no adornments, no beautiful or stylish clothes. Yet she had inner loveliness, serene and gentle. Where she came from or where she was going I will never know. Our meeting and words were brief and momentary, but forever changed who I am.
As I turned to put the groceries in the back of my truck, I looked up and she was there ~ Simply handing me a handful of daffodils. Yellow and green. Sunshine in the form of a flower. 5 petals and a cup. Sunshine and Spring all wrapped up in that handful of flowers.
"I want you to have these. I don't know why." was all she said.
My hand reached out to accept them, trembling. And she was walking away before my thank you was said. And then she was gone.
On that March day I stood there in the parking lot holding Spring in my hand and I cried. There was no shame for my heart was being held in the hollow of my Good Lord's hand. Healing, strengthened, and loved.
From my heart to your, Jen