Margaret Potts, Church Member

Though Margaret appeared to be a small, somewhat frail older lady she was tenacious with a kind and generous heart toward others. So when she faced a health crisis, people were willing to jump in and help her.

I took my turn driving Margaret to and from her chemo treatments—not because there was a shortage of volunteers, but because I treasured the time we had together and the wisdom she shared from her walk with Jesus.

One afternoon, I walked into Margaret’s house and found some tall barren brown stems in a large vase of water. When I questioned her about them, she said that she loved to see the forsythia bloom because they signaled Spring. She didn’t think she’d live to see Spring this year, so by bringing the stems inside, she would force them to bloom early and Spring would come to her one last time.

About a week or two later, I was beside Margaret as she was taking her last breaths. My eyes caught some brilliant yellow in the corner of the living room. There, stood the forsythia in full bloom, like a sentry of promise.

Every time I see forsythia in the Spring I remember Margaret. And as the forsythia wave their fiery branches they are heralding the soon coming of our King and Margaret’s resurrection to eternal Spring.