Char's Blog
12 White Roses
Over the past few years my Aunt and I have shared what has now become a small tradition. Some years ago, when she was ill, a friend sent her a poem of hope & encouragement along with a dozen white roses. Later that year, when I was not well, she sent the same along to me. Time passed and it was then my opportunity to bring the same gift to her.
Today I went to visit my Aunt. Along the way I stopped to buy a dozen white roses. There was only 1 dozen that were truly "white", rather than some shade of pale pink, and with great care the florist arranged the bouquet in the vase and packaged it. I recognized the hand of God at work in the smallest details of our lives.
In years gone by hope existed for both this life and eternity. Now, that time for her is passing. When faced with the certainty of death's near approaching only one hope remains, only one thing is sure. My living, death-defeating Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ is the only hope.
An inheritance of loving memories, 12 white roses, 1 hope.
I'm glad you got to see her and bring her such a meaningful gift.
Miss you...
Char, I don't know if you received my e-mail, but in case you did not, Patti and I are praying for you and your family.
I must repeat something I said much earlier: You have such a way with words, I would love to hear you preach sometime. I mean besides at Darryl.
Thank you Arthur, Patti (and others) for your prayers. I am so truly thankful to God for His strength and peace.
Preaching - hmmm... I'll let you know as soon as I get asked!! :)
I echo Arthur's sentiments on your way with words and a desire to hear you preach - though it will be more difficult now due to our locations ;-)
Dear Ian,
When I get asked to preach I will, (a) die of shock making the entire question of no effect, (b) be so excited that I provide travel for both you and Arthur, or (c) be so old that I have become a delusional, confused, mumbling, incoherent, old woman who was never asked to preach by anyone!!
Are you not already delusional,confused, mumbling, incoherent.....? Oh. No, wait a minute...that's my mother! OW! Quit with the wooden spoon already!