Here is what happened after I got married...
After our honeymoon, I received a
special gift from my father and Joyce which Joyce cross-stitched. It
looked like a painting. It was an “Angel of Love,” beautifully
cross-stitched with a cape that flowed and had a butterfly in the very
end tip of her cape! It did not stop there: my father was quick to point
out another butterfly – the little butterfly pin purposely tacked onto the angel’s shoulder. It was his turn to show his love for me in this special way.
We talked about these events over the years to follow
and when my dad got sick with cancer, I sent him a plant with butterflies
inserted on little sticks that are put in the dirt so they seemed to float
around the plant. It was my way of comforting him now but for
different reasons. I wanted him to know that I loved him deeply; of
course, he always knew that as only a father can know these things deeply
hidden in a daughter’s heart. It was my turn to show my love for him in this special way.
My father died several months later and the plant now
sits in my kitchen. The butterflies found their fate in the hands of
two little boys, 3 ½ and 5 ½ at the time. It was OK; I had the
memories of what was between us. His love for me and a glimpse of
his tenderness was in our “little secret” of a butterfly pin found in a box at
a Christmas gathering years before.
Now, it is God’s turn to show me His love for me in His special way and His care for my sorrow in my dad’s death. The story now
shifts from my father’s love to my heavenly Father’s love! God
continued to “wink” at me but now in my sorrow of my dad’s passing through a REAL butterfly this time.
to be continued...
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| by Joni Ormsbee |
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