"Son"flowers

On the way to school today, I passed by the Farmer's Market, and saw a bright, bouquet of sunflowers. If I had not been running behind, I would have stopped by and bought some. (Although, I paid a whopping $7 for a watermelon for Presley this summer at a fruit stand, so flowers might run a little higher!)

I couldn't help but think of Pruitt as I passed by. Here is why: two nights before he passed away, I was sitting in the rocking chair by his crib, around midnight, and the Lord gave me a poem. I have said that I love to write but really feel that I have to be "inspired." Well, I was. The words flowed, and it was almost like I couldn't get them down fast enough. I had been thinking of nursery rhymes, and the Itsy Bitsy Spider was on my mind. I had heard of a book called Down Came the Rain by Brooke Shields and her battle with post-pardum depression. I guess that was still in my mind......So anyway, I wrote the following poem. I know for sure that it was from the Lord, and I think even though it was true then, it means more to me now.

Out Came the Son

There is a little nursery rhyme, we all know very well, about a tiny spider, his story we can tell. But this is our story, one of joy and pain, and how, just like the spider, we'll go up the spout again. See, for so long the rain poured and mixed in with the tears,

The storm raged all around us, bringing questions, doubts and fears. Yet even in the midst of night, when the clouds turned gray, the Son's light fell on us- His mercies were new each day. He gave us hope, He gave us peace. We were strengthened in our faith. How we made it through the trials was only by His grace. At times we thought the rain wouldn't end, then glimpse we'd get, of a ray of "Son"shine to remind us He wasn't done yet. The flowers grew because of the rain, the grass grew green and tall. Miracles came that some had said would never come at all. Through the storm we learned some things to get us through each day, and just in time, out came the Son, and dried our tears away. So when you sing a little rhyme of a spider and a spout, remember that though the rain may fall, the Son always comes back out.

I had checked on Pruitt at 5am that Sunday morning, August 21, and when I went back in at 7 he had gone to be with Jesus. I like to think that just maybe it was around sun-up, when the Son came to take him home. That would just seem like something the Lord would do.

Jason's aunt had sent us journals to write in during those days after Pruitt was born. On the cover of one of them was this verse: "He is like the light of morning at sunrise on a cloudless morning, like the brightness after rain that brings grass from the earth." 2 Samuel 23:4

We took sunflowers to the cemetery on Pruitt's birthday, and like I said before, I like to think of them as "Sonflowers." Maybe I'll stop and buy some tomorrow.