“My” book (part II)

Here I was, knowing I was to paint the book cover—immediately, I acted. I went to the bookstore and bought a painting book, paints, an online painting instructional video, and other items. I am excited.

    Paul said, “Let God guide you and not have in your perfectionist mind what you think it should be like.”

I haven’t painted since college. The last thing I painted is my wooden Christmas ornaments.

Mom’s painting supplies included several blank canvases, paints, paintbrushes, and an unfinished painting. 

“You can have it all,” Dad said.

I painted “Jesus in the Clouds” on canvas five times. Twice, I used Mom’s canvases and her paintbrush—using her supplies was neat. 

It was challenging to paint Jesus as a cloud—I got frustrated. In one painting, the clouds surrounding Jesus were beautiful, but I did not do an excellent job of painting Jesus. Other times, the clouds surrounding Jesus looked terrible, but Jesus looked better.

Each time, the painting improved. They also improved when I prayed ahead of time. When I didn’t pray, it didn’t turn out as well. I painted one each weekend and continued until I got it right.

UHave you asked the children or grandchildren if they want you to discuss topics about their loved ones? When Lauren was an adult, I asked her this question. She said it depends on the child's age. If they are younger, it may not matter as much. However, she shared, “It hasn’t gotten any easier.” She did not want me to say, “Today would have been Granny’s birthday.” She cried as we talked. U 

U What is God asking you to be obedient to do?U 

Two Miracles (part IV)

Four days later, I returned to hopefully capture another photograph of the hummingbird feeding off the Iris. I arrived at the botanical garden early and saw Shelly in the parking lot. I asked him about the Iris, and he told me the bloom had died, and he picked it off. He mentioned there must have been another bloom underneath it because a new bloom had opened.

I was excited about photographing the new bloom and hoped the hummingbird would come back. With all my equipment ready, I waited for her arrival. It began to drizzle a little bit, but I was determined to stay. I waited 15 minutes in the rain, and for some reason, I didn't have my face to the back of the camera. The hummingbird let her presence be known by the roar of her wings, but it was too late.  She buzzed around the Japanese Iris briefly before flying away. I was so disappointed.

During the hour and a half I waited, and she never returned. Although it had been drizzling the whole time, I was fortunate to have something to throw over my shoulders to keep me dry. I found another worker and told her Shelly should get the first bloom and press it for Jason’s mom. I left disappointed, but I think I may have one more try before the bloom is gone. 

I went back today, and the bloom had closed and wilted. I was disheartened, but I knew ahead of time that when the Lord allows me to photograph His divine appointments, they often occur only once. I am thankful for the two miracles He allowed me to document, and I will never forget the story. 

Two Miracles (part III)

A short time later, Shelly walked up. He said the flower had bloomed the day before. I told him I had been crying and then showed him the image on the back of my camera. To add to the miracle, he said he had never seen a hummingbird in the Iris garden. That doesn't surprise me. He said he was going to call Jason’s mom, and I asked him to please give her my email address. I want to print and mat the photo and give it to her.

Shelly walked away, and the next thing I knew, he was bringing a few workers to the Iris garden. I had met two of the workers before and showed them the image. Shelly had already told them the story of the hummingbird.   

I wanted to learn a little about Jason. I found an article about the wreck and his page from the funeral home’s website. I cried as I read the sweet things friends and family wrote about him. I read about the great guy Shelly told me about. From what I read, he knew the Lord, so he is in Heaven with Jesus, experiencing an incredible life.

Two Miracles (part II)

 

The story emotionally touched me and knew this was one of God’s many miracles that He still performs today. I wanted to photograph the iris and put the story on my blog. When I first photographed the flower, it had not opened yet. I came back another time, and again, it had not opened. 

    Today, September 20th, 2013, I noticed the iris had opened.  I was thrilled. Dew decorated its petals, and it was early in the morning, so the light was beautiful.

“It’s coming….it’s coming.” 

The perfect light is coming, and I needed to be ready.

I had my camera and long lens mounted on a tripod. The camera was set to a two-second delay, so after I clicked the shutter it wouldn’t cause any vibrations. After the camera captured the photograph, I would look at the back of the camera to see the photo I captured. I did this several times, using different angles each time. 

I realized the second miracle as I looked at the back of my camera. It had happened without sound or warning. The miracle was a blessing to me, and I started to cry. I looked at the camera in disbelief. 

Did I see what I thought I saw? Yes—a hummingbird was feeding from the flower. Calculate that miracle with numbers:  I set up my camera on a tripod with a two-second delay. I never saw or heard the hummingbird, and in those two seconds, after I pressed the shutter release, a hummingbird slipped into the photo while I was photographing the first miracle!

I sat and cried.

"I don't feel worthy of capturing that photograph."

The Lord knows hummingbirds are my favorite birds to photograph. I believe I can recall thinking how it would be neat if a hummingbird came by, and it did.

This is pretty much the original framed shot. I cropped in a little bit, but this is all of the hummer the photo captured.

Two Miracles (part I)

Just this week, I learned about a touching story. A curator, Shelly, at the State Botanical Garden of Georgia knew about my blog and thought I'd like to hear a story. He wanted to show me something in the Iris garden, and I followed behind. There were no flowers blooming in the vast garden until he pointed out an Iris with a closed bloom about to open.

He told me about the flower and the amazing story behind it. What could be so neat about an Iris in the garden? This story is of one miracle turned two. The story of the flower is special because of a young man named Jason, who was a former employee in the garden, and the Japanese Iris was his favorite.

Jason was killed in a car wreck on September 18, 2012. Shelly took Jason’s mom some Iris plants and planted them at her house the month after he died.

"Jason was the greatest person you would ever meet," Shelly said.

The first miracle is the flower bloomed a year and one day after he passed away, but there's more. No other iris flowers are blooming anywhere in the garden. That one flower stood amongst hundreds of other iris plants with no blooms at all. To add to the miracle, Shelly said that particular plant had been in the ground for at least four or five years and had never bloomed in September.

Being a servant (part II)

Today I showed up at her house again. I knew her husband went back to work today. I told her it wasn’t my fault (about me being there), and I told her about the blog I read stating to be there. She also said she probably wouldn’t have called.

    This time I had a bucket of cleaning materials, and I wanted to clean her bathrooms and kitchen, then dust, and Swiffer. I talked with her a little while I was cleaning the kitchen. I moved the coffee pot and found two things behind it. One of the things I found was a tithing envelope that had her son’s name on it with a dollar amount written on it. I showed it to her in case she did not know it was there. She said it was in his pocket, when he died, and she was going to take it to the church. I think that is really neat.

    I was able to finish cleaning their house and was glad I could minister to them in this way. I also found out the middle and high school students at our church brought in pantry items for the family. She had a large plastic shelving unit filled with all kinds of food. What a great idea.

U  Having written this chapter….Do you think this was the right approach to helping a grieving person or would a person who is very private perhaps need the time and space to grieve?  What is your experience with this situation? Each person is different.  U

Being a servant

 

I wanted to minister to my friend, and the only way I knew how was to serve her. I cleaned my sister's house after her newborn son passed away, and I knew cleaning house was not high on my friend's priority list. 

    I went over to her house twice within the last week to see if I could persuade her to let me clean her house.  She did not know I was coming either time. As I was pulling into her driveway the first time I went to her house, another car was also pulling in. It was the middle school pastor and his family. When I got to her back door, her husband greeted us. I asked him if I was intruding on anything. He told me they were going to see their son’s truck and get his stuff out of it. The pastor was going with them and his wife and kids were staying at their house to watch over Grandmother.

     I told my friend that I wanted to minister to her, and I brought my million dollar vacuum to clean their house.  So while they were gone, I began vacuuming their house. I asked her before she left if she wanted me to do her son’s room. She said it was okay.  When I got to her son’s room, I thought about the words on the song “We Are Standing on Holy Ground.” Not that it was Holy ground, but I was trying to be respectful while being in his room. I can’t really put it into words how I was feeling.  On his desk were a lot of thing….his name tag from work, a graduation card, and graduation pictures.

    They came back from seeing his truck. She said it was hard, but both she and her husband commented that seeing the truck helped them to understand things better. The door frame and windshield had bucked in near the headrest which caused their son’s fatal head and neck injuries.

    I wanted to clean more, but I needed to help Aunt June.  I told her to call me. I knew she probably wouldn’t. This thought got reconfirmed when I read a lady’s blog this week. The lady wrote about things not to say to someone who has lost a loved one. This lady knew this all too well because she also lost her son. She didn’t want people to say to call if they needed anything. What she meant by this statement was instead of leaving a message saying that they were here, for them to actually show up to the door and be here. She was saying to follow up with our words.

A special devotion

I went to Shari’s house to drop off my devotion book and a sympathy card.

“People at the funeral home told me many neat things I hadn't known about Nathan. Several people said Nathan was the only person who would speak to their child. Another person said he stopped to tutor a child while he was out riding his bike,” she said.

Nathan was a servant and wanted to avoid being in the spotlight. There were so many people at the visitation. It was supposed to be from 5:00 p.m. to 8:00 p.m., but she left a few minutes before midnight.

Nathan's Funeral

The next day was the funeral. I prayed for grace, peace, and mercy for the family and people to come to know Christ during the funeral. It was neat to see all the people there. Nathan’s life had touched many people. There were a lot of students from several schools. Several pastors spoke, including the children’s, middle school, high school, and senior pastor. 

I did not know Nathan well, so my grief was different. My grief was for Shari and what she and her family were going through; it was real, nonetheless. It made me think of believers as the body of Christ.

 

“If one part suffers, all the parts suffer with it, and if one part is honored, all the parts are glad” (1 Corinthians 12:26, NLT).

The visitation (part II)

 

Shari and her husband were standing at the head of Nathan’s casket.

“Can you imagine if that were your son?” A lady behind me asked.

“No, I can’t.” 

As I approached Nathan's casket, I noticed he was wearing a trendy rubber bracelet imprinted with the words “CLASS OF 2013.”

I hugged Shari and gave her my condolences. 

“Thank you for the flowers.” 

“You are welcome.” 

“I think of you when I look at them.”

“I woke at four in the morning ... “ 

My throat clamped shut like a vice grip, and I couldn’t utter another word. I put my hands together to symbolize prayer, began crying, and finally expressed what I was trying to say.

  

“I stayed awake until 5:00 a.m.”

 

“I am glad because that was when I needed prayer.”

We’ve been in the same Sunday school class for over ten years and have endured many rough times. I hugged her husband and spoke to him.

“I have something for you,” he said.

He reached in his pocket and pulled out a mint. We laughed because I brought mints to Sunday school to share.