Good Morning.
My day began with a hot cup of Door County Cinnamon Hazelnut Coffee and prayer.
Where I grew up on the South side of Milwaukee my parents had wild yellow roses in their back yard. These roses would spread along the fence and to say the least the roses were sturdy. They would bloom early, sometimes while there was still cold weather and a touch of snow on the ground. My mother especially looked forward to the wall of yellow opening up in the spring.
Habakkuk 2:3 ESV For still the vision awaits its appointed time; it hastens to the end, it will not lie. If it seems slow, wait for it , It will surely come, it will not delay.
One particular year the roses were late to bloom. My mom had just lost a brother to cancer and she was depressed over the loss of our uncle. I recall her saying something about how she wished that the roses were in bloom. I was far from religious at that age. The best I could do was to say a small prayer asking God to wake up the roses, because my mother needed to see them.
I was up early on Easter Sunday and it was a warm morning. I was outside enjoying the warmth when I looked in the back yard and every one of those rose buds had blossomed out. Like I said it was a wall of yellow. I will never forget the look on my mother's face when she saw the two small roses I clipped and brought inside for her.
My point for the day is this. Sometimes you don't have to go much further than your own back yard to see a miracle The boy in the story prayed a simple prayer with the right heart and God came through and the timing was perfect. His timing is always perfect.
Have a great day. God Bless,
Marty
I walked along the fence and picked yellow roses to put in small vases at my father’s funeral dinner. It was a healing thing to do.
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