I am not a gardener.
I am pretty sure both my thumbs are black.
When we downsized and moved in December, I didn’t pay much attention the landscaping on our new home’s lot.
I was so pleasantly surprised a few weeks ago when pretty pink bushes bloomed out front. A luscious purple bush in the back, with a perfect view from the screened in porch. And then, my favorite, the bluish purple flowers that are weaving their way up our lamp post in the front yard.
I am not a gardener.
I don’t know a chrysanthemum from a forsynthia but I do know pretty when I see it.
I appreciate the beauty of the flowers and at the same time I realize that under my lethal eye, those plants probably won’t last long.
My flower has faded these past few days. Withered in pain and fatigue from an illness that is sneaky and demanding.
And, the gift of today is knowing that no matter what flower fades in my life, my God and His Word are the same. Yesterday. Today. Forever.
What a gift.
Join us in unwrapping our gifts here today.
