mysteries

my dad always gave me a rose or flower on valentine's day.  he understood that all women, and even little girls, love receiving flowers.  it speaks to something deep within, doesn't it?  well, he understood that, and he faithfully gave me flowers every year.  even when i lived in japan he asked my brother-in-law to make sure i had some floral reminder that my dad remembered me and loved me.  how i wish that every girl could be loved so well by their father.  he always called me his "beautiful, coordinated genius" (his unique term of endearment and encouragement).  and he was a wonderful encourager.

well every since my dad passed away, i have continued to receive flowers to "my beautiful coordinated genius" on valentine's day.  the first year i was astounded, and honestly i continue to be!  this year i was taken by surprise when the doorbell rang and these gorgeous tulips were delivered!  (i'm only sorry i didn't photograph them the first day!  however, they looked beautiful for over a week!) 


tears instantly sprang into my eyes when i read the words so dear to my heart.  my dad gave me what he knew i needed most- love. some people receive an inheritance of wealth or property.  my dad left me with an inheritance of encouragement that i could attempt anything, but whether i succeeded or failed, i knew his love was constant.  this fathering mirrored the love of God the Father.  riches, indeed.  

o