Whether she brought them home herself from her visit to Holland with her sisters, or had the tulip bulbs shipped, I don’t remember.
But every spring when they burst forth in their beautiful display of color and texture, the tulips are a reminder of the promise.
Even the droplets left by the rain, and maybe especially the rain – yes, I think especially the rain – make the tulips, and the promise, more beautiful still.
It was on the first day of spring this year that I lost my life-long traveling companion to cancer and, like the rain, there have been many tears since.
But there is beauty there too – yes, I think, especially there.
Because of the promise: I Corinthians 2:9.
Faith.