I am thankful that
God heals memories.
Lilacs were once my favorite flowers,
until they were
ruined by my first husband’s choices.
You can read about how their fragrance only held mockery for me
However, starting that day, in that chapter of my life,
lilacs have reminded me of happy childhood days
When my son and I visited Mackinaw Island on a field trip,
everyone went out of their way on the Island to make us feel like royalty.
The scent of lilacs accompanied us everywhere we went.
On many of our walks in Holland, James and I have been pleased
to catch their familiar fragrance wafting over.
Recently on our trip up north,
I marveled at how often we were surprised
to discover wild lilacs.
Their heady fragrance was almost intoxicating as I smiled
celebrated my healing.
My heart was no longer scarred or shackled.
Instead, I discovered that it has been stretched
to hold more love than I ever imagined.
I only wish that I could somehow
post their beautiful fragrance
online for you.
May your scars be healed, may your heart be stretched and never shackled,
and may love and goodness
heal your wounds.