There are three Bradford pear trees on a corner near my home. They are loaded with white blossoms. One of the trees is a little more advanced than the others so the green is overtaking the white. I want to yell, “Wait a little longer, please.”

My grandchildren come to my house.  Picture perfect, bows in hair, matching clothes.  The older one and I share a secret.  We watch.  I think of her at that age.  She thinks about how much she knows that they don’t know yet.  We smile at each other.  I want to yell,  “Wait a little longer, please.”

I turn into the drive way and see the jonquils in bloom.  They will not be here in a few days.  I want to yell, “Wait a little longer, please.”

I sit with my friends from the senior center.  I glance at each of them and think of the pleasure them give to me.  I know one of us will b gone soon, to sickness or death.  I want to yell, “Wait a little longer, please.”

The trees are going to change, the girls are going to grow older, other beautiful flowers will take the place of the jonquils, and we seniors are going to go into eternity. By experience, I know I’m still going to like the trees and flowers. By experience, I know I will still love my girls and they will fill me with delight whatever their age.

By faith, I accept death as another natural move forward. As I see change in this world and the continuing beauty that follows, I remember Psalm 116:15 which says that the death of saints is precious in the sight of the Lord. So it can’t be all bad!

But I still say, “Wait a little longer, please.”

About oneta hayes

ABOUT ME Hello. To various folks I am Neat’nee, Mom, Grandma Neta, Gramma, Aunt Neta, Aunt Noni, Aunt Neno, and Aunt Neto (lots of varieties from little nieces and nephews). To some I’m more like “Didn’t you used to be my teacher?” or “Don’t I know you from someplace?” To you, perhaps, I am a Fellow Blogger. Not “fellow” like a male or a guy, but “fellow” like a companion or an adventurer. I would choose to be Grandma Blogger, and have you pull up a chair, my website before you, while I tell you of some days of yore. I have experienced life much differently than most of you. It was and is a good life. I hope to share nuggets of appreciation for those who have gone before me and those who come after me. By necessity you are among those who come after me and I will tell you of those who came before. Once upon a time in a little house on a prairie - oops, change that lest I commit plagiarism - and change that “house on the prairie” to “dugout on the prairie.” So my story begins...
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  1. Olga says:

    Beautifully said, Oneta. ❤

  2. bisimodupe1975 says:

    So profound! How we all just wish to hold on a little longer to somethings. Our times are in his hands and we can safely trust him through the many stages of life.

  3. judyjourneys says:

    I love your sentence, “By faith, I accept death as another natural move forward.”

  4. pranabaxom says:

    “I accept death as another natural move forward” – well said. Though at this moment I do believe that it’s the end of the journey.

  5. Roos Ruse says:

    I feel the same, especially during spring. “Please Sir, may I have some more?”

  6. Faye says:

    Beautiful thoughts expressed profoundly. Some times we may all wonder if our time here is limited. Thank you for reminding me our time is indeed in His Hands and while I am here I must live it in appreciation of all His Beauty in and though is all. Blessings!

  7. calmkate says:

    all said above, you excel in expressing our mundane thoughts so articulately 🙂

  8. joyroses13 says:

    Lovely post!! I have echoed the same “wait a little longer” phrase .

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