Flower Delivery

Years ago, I made the mistake of telling Brock that I really didn't want flowers because eventually they died. Well, he hasn't forgotten that comment! Lately, I've been feeling a little taken for granted (you know how we as women can get). Don't get me wrong. Brock knows that he's the one who gets all the accolades, and he is very good about making me feel appreciated. However, for whatever reason, I wanted flowers lately. You can't tell someone to buy you flowers, so I simply whispered my desire for flowers to the Lord.

I wanted lilies on Easter, but we came in the night before and I didn't have time to go to the grocery store. People began piling in and the food was piling high. Some of the last people to come were Lindsey and Shannon. Guess what they brought with them...some beautiful lilies!

Then, right before I ran the marathon, I thought that I wanted some flowers to commemorate this event. The day before the marathon, the doorbell rings and it's a florist with a beautiful bouquet of flowers from my parents!

In Hawaii, Brock, who still remembers that stupid comment I made in college, bought me not one but two leis!


Last Friday, right before I ran, I thought that it would be nice to have some flowers on the table for the chocolate tasting that night. As I ran, there were literally fields of daisies. This one was the best! It was truly special when the Lord used precious people in my life to deliver the flowers to me, but this time is was straight from His hand to mine.