When the floods of life come, Jesus is the bridge that carries me across to the other side.
Thank you God for those who have been by my side and walked across that bridge with me.
“Surely He has borne our griefs and carried our sorrows….” Isaiah 53:4
In the language of flowers, the Chrysanthemum represents truth.
John Keats said “Beauty is truth, truth beauty…”
Jesus said in John 8:32, “And you will know
the truth and the truth will set you free.”
Now THAT is beautiful!
I get so busy that I miss it
the wonder and beauty
all around me
How many are your works,O Lord!
In wisdom You made them all! Psalm 104:24
and He loves us
Last, weekend, I was doing some autumn cleanup in my gardens
The Zinnias were faded and dying, so out they came
The Iris- long gone
Then I came to my patch of Marigolds
A blaze of yellow, blooming like crazy
They bloom in the scorching heat, they bloom in the Autumn chill.
Gorgeous blazing yellow blossoms, in the sun, and in the rain.
I decided, that if I were a flower, I would want to be a Marigold.
Blooming no matter what.
In the language of flowers
The Zinnia represents “in memory of an absent friend”
Can my grandma be considered a friend?
She was one of my most favorite people ever
She loved Zinnias
Her yard was full of them
I plant them in my yard
In memory of her