After Sophie's funeral we brought many of the flowers from friends and family home. Our house smelled like a flower shop.
After Sophie's burial, Bill and I decided to get away so we could be alone. Dustin was kind enough to stop by and grab our mail and water our flowers so they stayed fresh. When we came home, we were exhausted and did not pay attention to our house or anything in it. Monday morning I woke up and walked around the house looking at the flowers, crying and trying to figure out how the heck I was going to keep moving and living.
Then I walked by one of our plants that we have had for six years. The plant has green leaves and has never bloomed, in fact, I did not know that it was supposed to bloom. There on the end of the plant was the most petite little red flower. I sat down on the floor and sobbed for quite some time.
Some people do not believe God speaks to them. I believe, God speaks to everyone, it is your choice if you choose to listen.
I truly believe our little red flower is another sign from God that there is hope and beauty in our world that is so broken and sad. Flowers are a sign of hope and can comfort the soul and bring beauty.
