Just like Lois said, “very mind boggling”

Cat

what an amazing story!

ya know…the lord works in amazing ways…ya don’t expect it…it always sneaks up on you and surprises you but it always works. catches me every time.

i believe that there are no coincidences in the world. things happen for a reason…you come across people because you were meant to be, hit places at a certain time for the same thing.

kind of mind boggling…

so much has happened to me in my life…alot bad, some good….really given all the bad i should be dead 80x over but there is a purpose to all of it…i have to be around for a reason..maybe i’m not sure of it but god must have a pretty good clue of his direction for me…my goal is just to be patient, & then accept and run with it….just like the man with the flowers.

sometimes life’s just like a box of milk bones (and i keep picking those damn liver flavored ones…why can’t i get the godiva chocolate flavored bones??????????)

Right after I posted this blog, town resident Mary. Earlier in the day she had received an e-mail entitled: MAGNOLIAS……

I was so touched that she forwarded it to me. What was going on with Magnolias yesterday?

Here is the e-mail…..
MAGNOLIAS……….

By Edna Ellison

I spent the week before my daughter’s June wedding
Running last-minute trips to the caterer, florist, tuxedo
Shop, and the church about forty miles away..

As happy as I was that Patsy was marrying a good Christian
Young man, I felt laden with responsibilities as I watched
My budget dwindle.

So many details, so many bills, and so little time. My son
Jack was away at college, but he said he would be there to
Walk his younger sister down the aisle, taking the place of
His dad who had died a few years before. He teased Patsy,
Saying he’d wanted to give her away since she was about
Three years old!

To save money, I gathered blossoms from several friends who
Had large magnolia trees. Their luscious, creamy-white
Blooms and slick green leaves would make beautiful
Arrangements against the rich dark wood inside the church.

After the rehearsal dinner the night before the wedding, we
Banked the podium area and choir loft with magnolias. As we
Left just before midnight, I felt tired but satisfied this
Would be the best wedding any bride had ever had! The music,
the ceremony, the reception – and especially the flowers -
Would be remembered for years.

The big day arrived – the busiest day of my life – and
While her bridesmaids helped Patsy to dress, her fianc Tim
Walked with me to the sanctuary to do a final check. When we
Opened the door and felt a rush of hot air, I almost
Fainted; and then I saw them – all the beautiful white
Flowers were black. Funeral black. An electrical storm
During the night had knocked out the air conditioning
System, and on that hot summer day, the flowers had wilted
And died.

I panicked, knowing I didn’t have time to drive back to
Our hometown, gather more flowers, and return in time for
The wedding.
Tim turned to me. ‘Edna, can you get more flowers?
I’ll throw away these dead ones and put fresh flowers in
These arrangements.’

I mumbled, ‘Sure,’ as he be-bopped down the hall.
Alone in the large sanctuary, I looked up at the dark
Wooden beams in the arched ceiling. ‘Lord,’ I
Prayed, ‘please help me. I don’t know anyone in this
Town. Help me find someone willing to give me flowers – in a
Blessing of white magnolias, courage to find them in an
Unfamiliar yard, safety from any dog that may bite my leg,
And a nice person who would not get out a shotgun when I
Asked to cut his tree to shreds.

As I left the church, I saw magnolia trees in the distance.
I approached a house…No dog in sight. I knocked on the
Door and an older man answered. So far so good. No
Shotgun. When I stated my plea the man beamed, ‘I’d
Be happy to!’

He climbed a stepladder and cut large boughs and handed
Them down to me. Minutes later, as I lifted the last armload
Into my car trunk, I said, ‘Sir, you’ve made the
Mother of a bride happy today.’

‘No, Ma’am,’ he said. ‘You don’t
Understand what’s happening here.’

‘What?’ I asked.

‘You see, my wife of sixty-seven years died on Monday.
On Tuesday I received friends at the funeral home , and on
Wednesday . . . He paused. I saw tears welling up in his
eyes. ‘On Wednesday I buried her.’ He looked away.
‘On Thursday most of my out-of-town relatives went back
home, and on Friday – yesterday – my children left.’

I nodded.

‘This morning,’ he continued, ‘I was sitting in
my den crying out loud. I miss her so much. For the last
sixteen years, as her health got worse, she needed me. But
now nobody needs me. This morning I cried, ‘Who needs an
eighty-six-year-old wore-out man? Nobody!’ I began to
cry louder. ‘Nobody needs me!’ About that time, you
knocked, and said, ‘Sir, I need you.’

I stood with my mouth open..
He asked, ‘Are you an angel? The way the light shone
around your head into my dark living room…’
I assured him I was no angel.

He smiled. ‘Do you know what I was thinking when I
handed you those magnolias?’

‘No.’

‘I decided I’m needed. My flowers are needed. Why,
I might have a flower ministry! I could give them to
everyone! Some caskets at the funeral home have no flowers.
People need flowers at times like that and I have lots of
them. They’re all over the backyard! I can give them to
hospitals, churches – all sorts of places. You know what
I’m going to do? I’m going to serve the Lord until
the day He calls me home!’

I drove back to the church, filled with wonder. On
Patsy’s wedding day, if anyone had asked me to encourage
someone who was hurting, I would have said, ‘Forget it!
It’s my only daughter’s wedding, for goodness’
sake! There is no way I can minister to anyone today.’

But God found a way. Through dead flowers.

‘Life is not the way it’s supposed to be. It’s
the way it is. The way you cope with it is what makes the
difference.’

If you have missed knowing me, you have missed nothing.
If you have missed some of my emails, you may have missed a
laugh.. But, if you have missed knowing GOD, you have
missed everything in the world.

This story is too beautiful not to send.

My favorite flower is the lilac. I just love the fragrance and the color of a deep purple lilac.

Thanks for the kind mention we are happy you were so inspired by our single bloom. Hope your sister and nephew enjoy it too. Have a great weekend!

a bientot

From the Loire Valley Vineyards France

Mary, Harley, Biggs and Leo