07/27/2026
There are some events that stay with you forever. 🤍
“Consider the lilies of the field…” — Matthew 6:28–29
Two years ago, my father-in-law spent an entire season preparing bulbs, building me a cut flower garden, and planting it all the following spring. He did it with one dream in mind—that one day I’d have beautiful flowers to use in my catering business.
If I’m honest, life and business have been so full that I haven’t given that little garden the love and care I’d hoped I would. Weeds grew taller than the garden fence, and I quietly assumed I’d missed my chance.
Then this past week, I looked out my window and saw them—tall, breathtaking lilies standing in full bloom. I cut every stem and brought them to a rehearsal dinner and cocktail hour.
Only later did I realize where God was sending them.
The bride’s name was Lily.
Her mother shared that she was named after that very flower. When I arrived at her parents’ home, I noticed artwork on the wall with the words, “Consider the lilies.” The next morning, on her wedding day, the house was filled with the fragrance of fresh lilies as family and friends gathered before she made a covenant with her husband before God.
What makes it even more remarkable is that those lilies were the only flowers that bloomed all season in a garden I had neglected far more than I ever intended. Yet somehow, they bloomed exactly when they were needed.
It reminded me that God’s promises are fulfilled through decades, generations and seasons even when circumstances look or feel forgotten.
This weekend was overflowing with kindness, joy, laughter, and genuine love. It was an honor simply to be in the room, and I never want to take for granted that I get to serve families on days they’ll remember forever.
This weekend, I didn’t just see lilies.
I saw the Father’s heart.
A God who remembers.
A God who fulfills His promises.
A God who cares enough to weave meaning into even the smallest, most intimate details of our lives.
The same God who clothes the lilies of the field is always caring for His children.
And if we’ll stop long enough to consider the lilies, we’ll find they’re always pointing us back to Him. Susie Amicone
