As one whom his mother
comforteth, so will I comfort you.—Isaiah 66:13 (KJV)
Photo by Catherine Castle (c) |
As I write this
devotion this July I’m looking out my office window at the orange daylilies
that had their origins in my mother’s garden. These daylilies, which are now
scattered around my yard, my daughter’s yard, my sisters’ yards, and the yards
of several friends, have been a constant reminder of my mother wherever I’ve
been. They’ve been planted in Texas, Indiana, Ohio, and Kentucky. Maybe a few
other states, too, as friends and family who’ve been gifted with the flowers have
moved around the USA.
Photo by Catherine Castle (c) |
A beautiful orange
color, these daylilies have triple layered blooms, and in the 40 years they
have been in my gardens they always, always bloom for me around July 4. Except
for one year.
On Sunday June 13,
2010, my brother-in-law died suddenly in the night while hospitalized. It was
quite a shock to the family as we had been expecting him to be released in the
next few days. While helping my sister plan the funeral, the discussion about
flowers arose. I mentioned Mom’s
daylilies had started to bloom early. I had noticed buds on the flowers on May
30, and had written it in my garden log, but had not expected them to bloom
until July 4, as they always did. Instead, one of the daylily beds was full of
blooms in early June. My daisies, which are my sister’s favorite flowers, were also
blooming early. My sister said she would love to have some of Mom’s flowers to
put around the casket. My brother-in-law was close to my mother, who had gone
to her reward many years prior. My sister thought having Mom’s flowers there
would be like having her at the funeral.
Since daylily blooms
only last one day, on the morning of the viewing and funeral I cut enough
daylilies and daisies to fill three vases: one from me, one from my youngest
sister, and one from my daughter. After the funeral the grieving family took
the vases home. The buds on the daylily stems continued to bloom until they
were all spent.
And when we need it most, He sends us reminders of His presence through Daylily Comforts.
What about you? Has
God ever given you an unexpected comfort in a time of need?
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Catherine Castle has
been writing all her life. Before beginning her career as a romance writer she
worked part-time as a freelance writer. She has over 600 articles and
photographs to her credit, under her real name, in the Christian and secular
market. Besides writing, Catherine loves traveling with her husband, singing,
and attending theatre. In the winter she loves to quilt and has a lot of UFOs
(unfinished objects) in her sewing case. In the summer her favorite place to be
is in her garden. She’s passionate about gardening and even won a “Best
Hillside Garden” award from the local gardening club.
Beautiful devotional. I believe your daylilies bloomed early so they were available for the funeral. God is an on time God. Thank you for sharing.
ReplyDeleteMy orange daylilies are beautiful this year along with a couple other colors I have.
I love you my dear Sister. Thanks for sharing this memory.
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God has comforted me more times than I can count. During breast cancer in 2005, during the deaths of Daddy and then, years later, Mama, through daily events in my life. I am thankful God loves me and has patience with me. :-)
ReplyDeleteBeautiful devotional! Thank you for sharing! God comforted me numerous times through songs and through his words and through his miracles. When I was diagnosed with cancer, I had a constant fear for my children (four kids under age of ten) One day God spoke to me through the 2 Timothy 1:7 and filled my heart with peace.
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