The lilacs at our Dear Old House were blooming last Sunday when we stopped by,
and I just had to snip a few to bring home.
Though we do still own the house,
it looks like new owners will have it soon, if all works out.
I knew they would not move in time to have the lilacs, and so,
a few just had to come home for us and also a few for our daughters,
since it was Mother's Day.
The Pillow on the porch chair says,
Home Sweet Home.
What a perfect day to bring home to our new house
a little remembrance from our old house.
The Dear Old House will soon be filled with the activities of a new, young family,
and I thank the Lord for bringing them to this wonderful home.
The rooms will come to life with the warmth of furniture and toys,
and the voices of those who now call this place home.
The yard will come to life with summer fun, perhaps a child that will grow
to love climbing the crabapple tree in the center of the backyard,
or swing on a swing set and dig in the garden dirt.
And next spring, they will smell the delightful smell of the lilacs
that were growing there long before us.
Spring is like that, full of promise of the things to come.
Just as the lilacs were a promise to us that spring was here
and the flowers, vegetables, and lawn were coming to life,
our God promises us life.
Life in abundance.