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Saturday, December 21, 2013


There was once a woman, who, after years of work had grown a beautiful rose garden. She worked a couple hours every day;pruning, cleaning, feeding and weeding. People would come from many miles away to see the beautiful roses. The colors were vibrant, the flowers were so big, you needed two hands to hold them. Each day nurtured and cared for. Her love showed in her garden.

After many years, the effects of time took their toll on the lady and she was forced to abandon her garden and rely on her daughter for care. Her daughter didn't mind. She loved her mother and felt it a great opportunity to spend time and really get to know her Mother....sort of friend to friend, instead of Mother to Daughter.

They talked about many things. They shared their experiences.And the daughter learned that there was much to this great lady that she hadn't known.

One day as they sat on the patio chatting, the daughter noticed the long neglected rose garden and felt saddened. They spoke of the garden and the daughter remarked how she used to laugh at how her mother crawled around in that garden every day, talking to the flowers, babying them like children.

The Mother smiled with a tear in her eye. She told her daughter that observations are often misleading. "You see, my dear, that garden is like a life. Let me explain. Each day I would get down on my knees and thank God for each of those flowers. I thanked God for their beauty, their aroma and the peacefulness of that garden. And I took the opportunity while down there to clean out those plants.

I got rid of the bugs, the dead pedals and leaves. I pulled the weeds so that the bushes would grow healthy and robust. I saw that garden as life. Each bush was an effort, each flower was the blessing brought forth from that effort. And it was all because God gave me the opportunity to try. And, as you can see, like life, when the garden is not tended, the bushes become
wild, lanky and heavily barbed. They tangle among themselves. Flowers become fewer and smaller, less aromatic. Until it becomes so tangled and overgrown that it no longer resembles the beautiful garden it had once been.

When you saw me crawling, I was praying. When you saw me talking to the flowers, I was talking to God." We each have a rose garden. How we tend that garden will determine the beauty that it wields. But the thing to remember is this: tending the garden cannot happen until we come to our knees and get closer to the flowers. We need to take the opportunity to talk to God, give him thanks and clean out the dead weeds and pedals through repentance.

This is a great time for us. We have recently paid gratitude to our military, the people who protect our liberties and freedoms. And we have the opportunity soon to take a day and give thanks for all that we hold dear.

Sadly, we have forgotten what Thanksgiving is about. A day reserved for offering our thanks and gratitude to God, has become a day to eat, drink, sleep and get ready to hit the Black Friday sales at midnight. It has become just another day differing only by the fact that we have a great big meal. When was the last time you got to your knees to tend your garden. "Give thanks unto God in ALL things." THAT IS A COMMANDMENT, not a request. Take time to think about the many blessings you have been given. Approach this Holiday Season with "AN ATTITUDE OF GRATITUDE"!

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