Thank You, Lord, for Mrs. Rose of Sharon, my petite bush buddy in our backyard. She and I have faded as our summer blooming seasons have turned to autumn. But OMG, thank You that both of us can stick out our tongues at approaching winter because You’ve promised us Resurrection!
O Lord, after a six-week drought, I’d almost forgotten what Your rain symphonies sounded like, with percussive rumbles of thunder and gentle droplet harmonies. My flowers thank You, and so do I, as I’m sick and tired of their complaints.
One thing both flowers and this gardener have learned, though, during every growing/blooming season: whatever the “omnipotent” Weather Channel decrees, You are the one in charge.
Image by Shafin Al Asad Protic from Pixabay.
Jesus, thank You for a relaxing overnight getaway, an early birthday celebration for my husband — a lovely dress-up dinner out and a hike the next day. OMG, just once, though, I wish I’d remember to take photos when we’re dressed up instead of sweaty ones out in the woods. But You know how it is when I’m presented with a plateful of shrimp …
Jesus, I know You want us to take care of everyday business. But OMG, did You, too, take a little time to pick flowers with the neighborhood kids?
