Tuesday, March 20, 2012

Weeping Cherry

Sing praise to the Lord, you saints of His, and give thanks at the remembrance of His holy name... Weeping may endure for a night, but joy comes in the morning...."Hear, O Lord, and have mercy on me; Lord, be my helper! You have turned for me my mourning into dancing; You have put off my sackcloth and clothed me with gladness, to the end that my glory may sing praise to You and not be silent. O Lord my God, I will give thanks to You forever Psalm 30:4-5, 10-12NKJ

Peter's tree will likely burst into bloom this week.

We moved into our current home after we had lost Andrew. So for his 10th birthday we planted a cherry tree in the front yard in his honor. Peter was always jealous and wanted a tree of his own. I told him that he'd have one someday. But what I meant and what he meant were not the same things.

Last spring we planted a weeping cherry tree for Peter. It was beautifully covered in blooms when we picked it out, but by the time it was delivered and planted, the blooms had turned to leaves. So this spring will be the first time it blooms.

I can't wait. Yet today the very thought makes me cry.

I'd rather share it with him than have it instead of him.

Spring was a favorite time for Peter and I. So with spring exploding upon us here in Maryland, today I miss him terribly. The spring temps made it possible for Peter to be outside. We started our lunch time picnics on the patio, we walked the dogs together, we took out his race runner and enjoyed the sports at Kennedy Krieger. We celebrated each new blooming flower and tree as the garden progressed. Peter brought me dandelions. Peter loved the newness and freshness and beauty as much as I do.

We purposely chose a weeping cherry for Peter's tree. It is a beautiful memorial to him. It's tall and strong and healthy... all things he is now. The beauty of the blooms point to the beauty of all that surrounds him now. And yet it's a weeping tree because we miss him.

I could use your prayers this week.

I'm praying a lot myself. I know that's the way through. As today's verse explains, only in Jesus can my mourning be turned into dancing. Only in Jesus can the weeping of grief be balanced with the beauty of hope.

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