I have a "thing" about daffodils, probably Because Grandma had planted the Bulbs along the edge of our yard next to The gravel road. They proliferated. I loved them. I remember picking a bouquet for my Teacher and carefully transporting the Flowers in a canning jar on the school bus. Several years ago I was excited to find the Yellow blooms lining the lawn of an Abandoned farmhouse near my condo. I helped myself and filled several vases with The flowers. But alas! The farmhouse was razed and the Land cleared. Coming back from Florida it seemed like Daffodils were blooming everywhere, But on private property. How happy Danny and I were to spy Clumps of the flowers hidden in the Wooded area behind our house! Who could have planted them? A farm wife? A squirrel? Danny exchanged his church clothes for Old apparel and pushed his way through the Thorny underbrush. He returned with a handful of the precious Yellow posies. (Along with muddy shoes.) I gushed my appreciation to my dear Husband as only I could gush. Danny's gift was one of love and labor, A perk that brought back poignant Daffodil memories, a perfect perk for Easter day. |
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Waiting for Danny to have his monthly
Infusion, I discovered a small cafe just down The street. I ordered a cup of coffee, half decaf, and instead Of a sausage biscuit, I settled on a cup of fresh Fruit. As I sat at a table I pulled out my Bible to Make good use of my time. A friendly lady walked by. She worked in the building. I noticed the silver cross around her Neck and her name tag: Marti. And she noticed me. "Are you reading your Bible?" she asked. "Yes." "I love to see people studying the Bible." We bonded immediately. We were spiritual sisters. We shared warm conversation and I Shared a tract and my grief booklet. Since she works with cancer patients, Perhaps the booklet will be useful. I learned that each day my new Friend prays for a divine appointment just Like I do. Marti and I parted with a hug. We concurred that today we were the Answer to each other's prayer.
"Nothing ventured, nothing gained."
It's an old adage that often proves True. But I prefer the version I saw Printed on a tee shirt: "Nothing given, nothing gained." When I give a friend or a stranger a Note of encouragement, a hug, A gift card, a listening ear, or Simply a smile, we both benefit. But perhaps the giver is Blessed the most.
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Dorothy Kalb Hsu Seitzinger
Writing poetry has helped me process and express my sorrows and joys, my concerns and blessings. "Life is hard, but God is good!" Archives
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