Beauty from Ashes



Today marks one year since Daddy departed this earth. A winter storm is scheduled to roll in soon. As I laid in bed last night here at my in-law’s house in Wisconsin twenty minutes before 12:22am—the time I got the call—I felt the familiar sting hit me like the first sting of winter’s wind on one’s face. However, the sting I experienced was of the heart.

I am here in that familiar place where I was this time last year. In ways I wish I were back home in Florida for a change of scenery on this anniversary day, but that won’t bring Daddy back. I’d likely spend the day pouring over pictures, touching memorabilia, the chasm in my heart growing larger and larger. I find myself echoing the words I had said last year. “Perhaps it is a blessing I’m not there. God spared me.”

From the recliner in the basement where I sit, I look out of the sliding glass doors and what I see reflects how I feel inside. The trees are bare, arms reaching desperately to the heavens for rain, for warmth, for life. The sky is gray and cloud covered, pregnant with rain and ready to give birth, but not to warm rain.


The bird feeders that are normally frequented by cardinals, woodpeckers, and sparrows sway silently vacant in the cold wind.

And then I see it.

A sparrow darts to one of the feeders and is soon followed by another. A tear forms in my eye and I hear the words of my Father:

Are not two sparrows sold for a penny? Yet not one of them will fall to the ground outside your Father’s care.” -Matthew 10:29

I smile, thanking God for the reminder that no matter how barren the land may be, how barren life may seem, and no matter what storms are forecasted or unforcasted, we are never alone. I also thank him for the reminder to never place a period where He wants to place a comma. There is always more that He wants to reveal to us.

Another sparrow lands on the bird feeder preparing for the winter storm expected to hit this afternoon. Frozen rain fills the sky and gathers on the ground. A Christmas wish granted for this Florida girl. More and more birds land on and around the bird feeders. They aren’t afraid of the storm, and neither am I. It is beautiful, and I am filled with joy.

Prayer: Thank you Papa for your love, your warmth, and your grace. Thank you that even sad days that remind us of those we have lost can be made beautiful. You turn ashes to beauty. Every time.




4 thoughts on “Beauty from Ashes

  1. Jen
    So sweet is the reminder that God gives – His love is constant, never changing. He is there when the skies are blue and when they are grey, when the land is barren and cold and when there are crops in the field….Memories of your father fill your heart and His memory is a reminder of your Heavenly Father who is with you…You are thankful for an earthly father who loved you deeply….How much more is the love of your Heavenly Father…May God’s peace bring you much comfort. Thank you for writing and sharing…..
    Much love….


  2. Jen,

    I love reading your writing. You’re writing is so eloquent. I love seeing you grow and into an amazing person and writer. One day I will read a novel you publish and I look forward to that day!

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