When I was a little girl, my grandmother lived across the street.
Well…really, across the driveway.
She had these three beautiful gardenia bushes that grew beautiful flowers every spring.
Each year, when the buds blossomed, I would take a wet napkin and a sandwich bag, or a piece of celophane (sp?) to grandma’s, and pick a flower from the bush.
Just one, so as not to get a scaulding from Grandma.
And, each year, I would wrap my wet napkin around the flower and place it in the sandwich bag, or celophane.
Each year I would take said flower to school and give it to my favorite teacher.
Now, each year when the gardenia bushes bloom, or I walk down a gardenia scented isle at a store, it takes me back to those warm spring days when gardenias fragranced the air.
Each year, when I smell that gardenia, I think of my grandma, watching me pluck yet another flower from her bush.
Categories: Memory Monday
December 12, 2006 · 1 Comment
There is a story in the Bible about a nation that wanted a king. They pleaded with God for a king. All they could talk about was how wonderful everything would be IF they had a king.
So…God went about the country with a well known prophet searching for just the right king. He was tall and handsome and looked pretty in every girls locket. His name was Saul.
Well, Saul turned out to be a good king, but not for long. You see, the people of Israel wanted a king so badly, they didn’t care about the character of the king God chose. They didn’t wait to examine all the good and bad of the proposed king. They couldn’t handle trusting in a king they couldn’t see.
So…Saul was a bad king. He was eventually killed by his own army. The wrath of God on the nation who wanted a king they could see.
So, my opinion is:::give them what they want.
If the democrats want to pull our troops from the rest of the world; to bring them home before the task is completed; to be ironious to the happenings of the world, then I say:::give them what they want.
Categories: Random Thoughts
