I was thinking of all the flowers and plants proclaiming the joy of this morning so bright, the day Jesus showed He conquered death, and banished the darkness forever, a day full of hope and light.
The tiny Lilies of the Valley have rows of tiny bells that ring out the news, and daffodils, like trumpets play their song of joy amidst the dew...and all the grasses of the fields sway and dance to the tune, while the trees and plants raise their joyful hands to the sky.
Try as we might, this music can't be heard by our ears...but only by hearts given to Jesus that He brings near.
This joy is the same that fills my heart every day, when I know that hours with you ahead of me lay...and no matter what the day brings and whatever we do...the happiness is complete, for I'm doing them with you.
The love God gave to us to share is so rare and sublime, and it grows all the more with the passage of time.
The song in my heart is not one ears can hear.... but the love in your heart for me makes each note sound out so bright and clear.
I thank God every day for the abundance of gifts that come only from Him, the kind that money can't buy, that will never grow dim...and I join the flowers in the fields, singing out my joy that every day is new...because your heart belongs to me, and mine to you!
Hello Trish. I haven't been reading these 'What's new' articles for a while and have missed your beautiful words to your husband. I love the picture of the liles of the valley that you painted. My name actually means 'lily of the valley' (or 'rose of Sharon', apparently), so an extra special blessing from me to you via our
Your prose is so obviously poetic in this piece. I almost missed the point as my focus was pulled by the rhyme that was near-hidden by prose. It's a wonderful tribute to yours and Lucian's relationship and, at the same time, it honors our Living King in such a typical-of-Trish, beautiful way. May you both have a most blessed Resurrection Day.