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CARING FOR PRIMA DONNAS We finally have two days running of sunshine. AND it's warm! So what have I been doing? Yep, I've been outside working, trying to get the yard to look like somebody really lives here. I love planting things, even mowing the lawn with our push mower. What I'm not crazy about---oh, who am I kidding? What I HATE is pulling weeds in the rose bed. Roses don't appreciate the work I put in. They just stand there and poke me. They're lucky they're so pretty, and smell so good. That's nonsense, too, really. There are a lot of plants out there that are pretty and smell good that don't bite. So why do I grow roses? Most of these roses were here when I moved in. One is so old, it has a trunk, like a tree trunk. It also used to smell good for two or three houses down, but the ol' bugger hardly has a scent any more, even though I feed it "rose pizza"---manure---and sour milk. The scent has picked up a little, but not like it was. I keep another of the roses because my who died loved it. It's deep, velvety red, and smells delicious. My would stop as he went out of the gate, no matter where he was going, or who was waiting, and gently take a rose between his fingers, close his eyes, and experience it. It's one of my dearest memories. So that rose stays. Another rose smells like fruit, and looks like a sunrise. That's good enough for me. And on it goes. So what does all this have to do with my relationship with God? I get out there and make sure there's plenty of garlic growing around the roses, so they won't suffer from aphids. I pull weeds and grass from around the roses because roses like for their roots to "breathe". And they thank me by grabbing my hair and pulling it out, scratching me, and poking me. Prima Donnas. But I know what I'm doing is for their good, and eventually they prove that I'm right by blooming up a storm. If someone needs to know where my house is during late Spring to early Winter, I can say, "It's the house with the roses," and everybody finds it. God knows what's best for me. I may gripe, cry or fight what He's doing sometimes, but I can rest peacefully in the knowledge that He knows how to make my spirit healthy and beautiful. And He actually seems to like having me around. I wonder if He ever feels like calling me a prima donna? Impossible! impossible..... |
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