The baby is napping. My chores are all finished. I should “stop and smell the roses” as they say. Well it’s June in Georgia. Too hot to go smell them. So I’ll just sit-a-spell at the window and look. This brings me no joy. My rose bushes look awful. Storms have rolled through and roughed them up. Yet the truth is they look so sad because up until spring, I had no idea how to tend them. “Roses are easy” everyone says. Well I’m no gardener. No horticulturalists in this family. No one from whom to get advice about such things. Valid excuses. Except I live in the age of Google and YouTube. I should have been able to figure out you don’t just wack these bushes down to the roots each winter. Well I did figure it out, just too late to make a difference. Next year will be better. But for now I just sit and stare at my awful roses.
"Cardinal Rose showed up to grab a bite to eat. God used my lousy roses to feed His bird. His bird He used to teach. He taught me these roses are not mine but His, which makes them far from lousy. He taught me that I want full rose bushes purely for their beauty while He wills them to further his creation. My purposes for beauty are not bad. However, they are secondary to the will and purposes of my Creator."
This made me smile :)
"Cardinal Rose showed up to grab a bite to eat. God used my lousy roses to feed His bird. His bird He used to teach. He taught me these roses are not mine but His, which makes them far from lousy. He taught me that I want full rose bushes purely for their beauty while He wills them to further his creation. My purposes for beauty are not bad. However, they are secondary to the will and purposes of my Creator."