When I was a little boy, my mom, dad, brothers and I lived in my grandma's old house, surrounded by four huge vegetable gardens. Around the house she planted so many flowers. On the back porch grandma had dozens of potted plants hanging on hooks. She watered them, talked to them and nurtured them. And in winter she would carry them all inside and set them on shelves near the windows of our enclosed front porch. There with a little water and a lot of love she kept them alive and growing even during the darkest months.
As a boy I was puzzled by all the effort she put into them. I comprehended the four huge gardens. They helped to feed the family all winter long. I even recognized the flowers around the house. They were pretty and smelled so sweet in the summer months. The reason she put so much effort into caring for those potted plants, however, troubled me. They didn't give us any food and they rarely had any flowers on them. They remained a mystery to my child's mind.
Now as I've grown older, I am beginning to understand why my grandma had those potted plants. It is the same reason I have so many pictures of sunrises and forests hanging in my home. They remind me during the dark winter months full of bare trees and yellow grass that light, love and growth still exist. They remind me that spring will come again.
Today I see grandma's potted plants in a new light. They were worth every bit of the love and care she put into them. But my greatest reminder of light and love was grandma herself. Her love lives on in my heart although she is in Heaven. May we all learn to love as she loved, shine as she shined and live as she lived!