May 1^st is celebrated throughout the world as a day of hope. It’s May Day.

Many years ago, I celebrated May Day in Belgium with my Mother who was recuperating from cancer and had completed her last chemotherapy. I bought my Mom a lily of the valley bouquet on the streets of Brussels and we ended the night with a savory crème brule.

The smell of the lilies mingled with the deliciously tasty crème brule turned into sensory overload for two happy travelers filled with hope for the future.

Life is made sweeter through memories and reminders of time spent with loved ones. This May 1^st, I will remember my Mom and give thanks to Jesus that she was granted a few more years with us before crossing into paradise.

I am reminded of a poem we loved.

He paints the lilies of the field

Perfumes each lily bell

If He so loves the little flowers

I know He loves me well.

I thank God for another May 1^st with my family. But I’m equally thankful that He takes care of those I love who live with Him in sweet victory. My hope is built on nothing less.