Mamaw's Kitchen Window

The soft light falls gently across the sill where Mamaw’s violets bloom in their humble clay pot. Their petals, delicate yet resilient, carry with them the fragrance of memory—days filled with love, warmth, and the steady rhythm of her faithful hands at work. This simple window becomes a sanctuary of remembrance, a place where the ordinary becomes sacred. Every violet whispers of her presence, of her nurturing spirit, and of the quiet beauty she left behind.
“Her children rise up and call her blessed.” — Proverbs 31:28
Though Mamaw is gone, the legacy of her love remains rooted in the lives she touched. The violets remind us that God uses even the smallest details—a flower in the window, a memory in the heart—to keep love alive.
“The flowers may fade, but the love of a godly woman lives forever.”