Many of you know that’s it has been our tradition to visit Annabelle’s special place after church on Sundays. We change her bow for the week, Scott says a prayer and Wyatt throws fastball pitches of kisses to her. I had gotten to a point where I just didn’t feel like it was as special as it should be because it was so routine. So, we decided that we would go when we needed it…when our hearts led us.
Fast forward to this past Sunday…
Scott and I decide while getting ready for church that morning that we needed to go to Annabelle’s. It had been a while and we missed being there. After church is over, we pull up to Annabelle’s flower town and my heart sinks as I see that her flowers are missing. Before I have even opened the door, I am blaming myself…I should have come sooner and I would have known, I wonder how long she’s been without flowers, and on and on. Women are multipliers and I had already put a thousand tons of blame on myself.
Y’all…God is so good.
Just as I am opening the door and stepping onto the grass towards her, a beautiful yellow butterfly flutters right past me…followed by another.
Annabelle likes things in two’s. It’s sort of her thing.
“The flowers are sweet, Mommy” she tells me “but, Heaven is so much sweeter.”