The last roses of summer share their intoxicating fragrance
throughout the kitchen/living room. Big, ‘buxom beauties’, their magenta hue
and sweet smell make these flowers the queens of my garden. Got them in just
before the winter winds strike, forecast for this weekend.
I can’t protect everything that is precious and loved in my
life. Husband, children, grandchildren, mother: they all have lives in the
matrix of a turbulent and often hostile world, and I am not there with them ( –
as if that would make all the difference!).
So I entrust them to God, who loves them all even more than
I do. He died for each one. He has plans for each one, plans for good and not
for evil. He knows every hair on each head. And he has the power and the will
to bring each one through whatever valley they are in and up onto the mountain
tops, where their perspective is unrestricted by giants that may threaten on
the valley floor.
This morning I give God the glory, totally grateful to Jesus
for what he did for us all and to the Holy Spirit who empowers, inspires and
guides each of us now. Thank you Lord.
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