Sometimes Love Looks Like Sunflowers

Sometimes love looks like Sunflowers.

This week has been so crazy I couldn’t even remember what the date was. As my hubby checked his phone to confirm that it was in fact the 28^th of August , I lamely mentioned that the month had just slipped away. But my heart? My heart was gripped and began to brace itself for what lay just a few days away.

It’ll be five years on Sunday. Five years since my son took his final breath. Five years since I’ve heard his laugh, seen him smile, listened to his stories, looked into those bright eyes and hugged him long. Five long short years…

And my heart aches.

As I got ready for the day I asked the LORD to give me strength to endure with grace. To let me not fall apart during worship at church on Sunday. To stay steadfast and not be derailed by grief. Then off I went, into the busyness of the day.

The grocery shopping took longer than I expected and I was tired as I pulled in the driveway. Arms full of bags as I came through the door, I plopped the load on the counter and went around the corner into the dining room to put my purse down and was greeted by the a bright cheery bouquet of flowers. I thought they’d come for my mom-in-love who’s just come to live with us.

But then I saw the yellow Sunflowers amidst yellow Roses and white Daises and I knew…

Someone had remembered that the anniversary of Matt’s passing from this life into Heaven was near… I wasn’t surprised when I saw who they were from. This sweet lady is a kindred spirit to my momma. They have the kindest hearts you’ve ever met! And in the midst of her own struggles she remembered Matt, remembered us…

Her heart loves so very well and I am truly blessed to call her friend.

And my heart smiled. And peace just flooded over me. And then the revelation came…

Sometimes love looks like an answer to a prayer. Sometimes God prompts our hearts to be about His work and we never even know what it’s all about. Sometimes Sunflowers sent from across the country are really messages from Heaven – “Yes, daughter, I heard you and I will carry you through these days.” “And I will even use my children to encourage you along the way.”

Sometimes God uses His people to be an answer to prayer. Sometimes God’s love pours through them and into the lives of others, blessing both giver and receiver. And I am ever so grateful!

Sometimes God sends Sunflowers to show us His love.

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