I've posted in the past about my amaryllis "mother's day" flowers.
30 years ago my grandfather bought them when my mother was diagnosed with melanoma.
We've taken bulbs to transplant everywhere we've lived, and Mom brought some to my house the first few years we were here.
They've been close to blooming.
Today, after the phone call from my Dad saying Mom once again has
melanoma, I walk outside, and the flowers by the door have bloomed.
It's my rainbow, a sign of beauty, my reminder of hope.
Christ is here, and he's in the boat with me.
30 years ago my grandfather bought them when my mother was diagnosed with melanoma.
We've taken bulbs to transplant everywhere we've lived, and Mom brought some to my house the first few years we were here.
They've been close to blooming.
Today, after the phone call from my Dad saying Mom once again has
melanoma, I walk outside, and the flowers by the door have bloomed.
It's my rainbow, a sign of beauty, my reminder of hope.
Christ is here, and he's in the boat with me.
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