Just one whiff of the daffodils that line the sidewalk leading to the entrance of our local Post Office was enough to cause an instant deluge of memories…that was the “Easter” fragrance that provoked a mental picture of six siblings, mostly in their teens and decked in Easter finery, posing for a picture. Being the youngest, (not yet in my teens) my place was always secure in the front; behind me were my three older sisters, and bringing up the back were our two brothers. Because they were younger than our sisters, they often stood on their tip-toes to look older and manlier. The scenario repeated itself often, photographically journaling our growth….a bouquet of six.
Leaving the Post office, I glanced at the daffodils again, drinking in their sweet perfume. Mentally, I flipped through an imaginary album of pictures that we six siblings had taken throughout the years…until I got to the last picture we had taken in 2004, which included Dad and Mom. That one is on display in our home; it’s special, because now there are five siblings. Dad and Mom are gone, also.
As I thought about the scent of the daffodils, Easter, family pictures, fading bouquets, change, siblings and the brevity of our lives, the truth of Isaiah 40:8 became very real: “The grass withers and the flower fades, but the Word of our God stands forever.”
Isn’t it comforting to know that? Even though the bouquet isn’t what it once was, I thank God that He allowed me to be part of a bouquet of six, and I’m even more grateful that long after we’ve all faded, the truth and beauty of God’s Word will be alive and vibrant – and it will NEVER fade!