Blue Iris and White Lilies

I called Dad this morning and listened to him talk about how the doctors really don't know what's wrong with his legs and so he doesn't think he is going to do much of what they said. I can feel the back of my neck and my shoulders tighten. Not because I am angry, but because I am sad. I know his body is shutting down, and it is taking his brilliant mind along on the journey. The mind that has been the most constant thing in my life.

I go downstairs for more coffee and see that the lovely blue iris and white lilies I brought home from work yesterday have begun to open, and I smile. I will forever see my father's face in flowers as lovely as these.

I am grateful God is so willing to show me the way.