one
February
morning
it was a Sunday
so many years ago
morning
it was a Sunday
so many years ago
twenty-four hours after
giving birth
something
went quite awry
I suddenly found myself
in an exquisitely
breathtaking
valley
walled by snow-capped
mountains
and an incredibly
blue sky
it was
however
the
unusually dense
carpet
of white daisies
in that valley
in that valley
that captured my heart
it was with
some misgiving
that I heard
the obstetrician pleading
"come back"
since that time
some misgiving
that I heard
the obstetrician pleading
"come back"
since that time
I can no longer gaze
upon even
one
one
single white daisy
without being reminded
that something
and
far greater than
what I know
what I know
awaits
: :
for this
I remain
forever grateful
forever grateful
41 comments:
wow...what an experience...thank you so much for sharing...
Oh my ... Words fall far short ...
Oh, Susan. Thank you for sharing this. It gives me so much encouragement. My mother-in-law had a similar experience, and feels the same way...
What an extraordinary moment. And how deeply its memory must lie.
oh Susan.....thank you for
giving us such a beautiful
glimpse behind the veil.
So much beauty and aliveness
has come from that painful
time in your life....the daisies
you've spread and shared could
fill many, many glorious fields.
And each one smiles "He loves me"
Thank you for that:)
-Jennifer
This gave me goosebumps, wow.
P.S. (I love John 14:3.) And just one more thing... it's not just that you gave us a beautiful glimpse "behind the veil," as Jennifer so eloquently put it. I am also greatly touched by the knowledge that you were given this vision to hold on to, before embarking on a very long journey that would require much endurance and perseverance. It makes me weep to think of it. So thanks again for writing this...
You bring tears to my eyes....
thank you for sharing such an intimate encounter.....
Wow! What an experience, Susan! The Lord has blessed you abundantly. Thank you for sharing this with us and for your exquisite photos once again.
Blessings,
Janis
Your photos are breathtaking; the vision you shared is even more so.
I bought three pots of Shasta daisies just yesterday to add to my own gardens. There is something about their sweet simplicity and sturdiness that I find so appealing.
What a wonderful memory - and testimony!
Just...silence.
What an amazing story!!! Perhaps you should write a book one day. Did you have a fear of death then, and you do not now?
Yes. Just... silence.
and shivers.
Gorgeous ...
wow. xox
This just gave me goose bumps!! So glad you returned for your little one... and our sake :)
Wow. Oh my. God is fulfilling His purpose in you... that is very clear. Hugs.
A precious memory and living hope
Your inspire always, Susan...I admire your strength, courage, wisdom, vision and faith. :o) ((HUGS))
May God give you peace. and Bless you.
i have tears in my eyes, so very touching story. each time i come here and see your header it takes my breathe away, no matter how many times i see it
Susan, so glad you came back too, although in some ways I'll bet the longing was to stay :) How simply beautiful and through your witness I am greatly encouraged that something bigger awaits all of us...
What an experience. Your treatment of the daisies shows how special they are to you. BTW I love your header!
Wow this is a grateful reminder. Thanks for this post...
Remarkable journey ... I have goosebumps!
Oh Susan - I am awed.
What a fantastic experience to carry through life. I love the simplicity of daisies and look forward to seeing the hills and flowers on the other side one day,
Thank you for sharing. Together with the promise of Jesus'in John 14 such precious experiences give hope.I was reading the other day that daisies were originally known as 'day's eyes'. May the Lord bless you with His peace and His strength each day, dear Susan.
Thank you so much for sharing this most personal part of your life with us. The daisies reflect your beauty, strength, and courage.
After all these years, I had no idea this had occurred. What a blessed moment in time. My heart so desires to "see" deeper into Paradise and our Lord's hand of blessing.
Wow.
The words were beautiful.
what a memory among the daisies .. such poetry of the heart in this post Susan
what a picture of hope you share.
oh, Susan.
I am cup runneth over with all things glorious here, catching up as always, and this?
no words.
And I love Leslie's comment.
you are so incredible you know that?
When I opened my RSS feed tonight, I found 1622 items. :O I deleted about 1300 of them before I started reading a few of the other 300.
I am certainly glad that Susan Etole is one of the people I decided to read. You do not fail to delight.
(BTW, I love daisies as well, but not for anywhere near the good reason you have, Susan. :D )
Oh my goodness, the Spirit of God just walked by! As I mentioned yesterday from your comment,I have been obsessed with daisy's this summer. Now I know why...
I think there is a message for me in this. Thank you so much for sharing this with me.
Susan, Came over from Gayle's blog as I too, love the Lord and also adore daisies. Your experience shared in eloquent simplicity touched my soul beyond mere words. Thank you for sharing such HOPE with all of us. (my blog is on summer hiatus, until Aug 27th,)
Reading this again, so soon after my dear mother's passing, brings tears of hope and joy to my eyes. Thank you.
Somehow I missed this wonderful tale in its earlier iterations - and I'm so glad you've relinked to it, Susan. Now I'll never look at a daisy in the same way, either. Just beautiful.
Thank you so much for the link. I love the daisy. It blooms among friends and provides "sunshine from the ground." You are sunshine Susan and your life shines such beauty here among your friends. You are a treasure.
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