Life

Remembering the day that Jesus gave me roses…

It was an unfamiliar town and new territory. I was staying in Aurora, Colorado at the Ronald Macdonald House. There were such sweet families with so many life altering circumstances and we had become one of those families.  With my family member in day treatment, I had gone to buy a few groceries. As I passed the fruit and vegetable section in a daze, I paused to smell a bouquet of roses. I remember wishing I could afford to get some roses to make it feel like home in our stark living quarter, then breathed a whisper, “Jesus, will you bring me some roses?,” then passed by and put only the necessities in my basket.  Later that day, probably following long sessions doctors, nurses and therapists, as was the case most days, I made my way through the double doors of the Macdonald House.  As soon as I walked in, there was a cart with at least  20 dozen of the most beautiful roses I had ever seen, with a hand scribbled note that said, “Free to Families at the MacDonald house, they need water! Take them Quickly!”  I inquired with the lady sitting at the front desk if I could be of help. “Those roses were donated and have been sitting there all morning and if they don’t get water soon they’ll ruin! If you wish, you can spread them out in various places and feel free to give them out to people.” I went on a search mission! I had fun collecting mason jars and vases for displaying them in the dining areas and giving them to families and residents of the MacDonald House.  That summer was an unusually difficult time in our life but at the same time, we had a sense of God’s grace and presence and His closeness throughout that season. There were pianos all around me; two in the main lobby, (a Steinway grand and an old upright) a keyboard in living area; another grand in the hospital overlooking the balcony. This gave me plenty of opportunity to worship and that is vital. Reflecting on His love and mercies, I realize that it is in hardest times when many of us draw the nearest to God in worship. But I don’t want to forget, when things are going good to spend that quality time seeking His beautiful, ever loving face. And,  I will never forget how Jesus answered my breathed out prayer.  He always does things over-the-top…more than enough! Not only did I get to keep a few there was an abundance to share!