This post is from a journal entry of mine from 1992.
Every Sunday that I'm at my Dad's, I pick roses before I leave. Red and pink, some pink and yellow, plain yellow, orange and lavender. Today for some reason I thought there wouldn't be many roses-boy was I wrong-two dozen wrong to be exact! Now isn't that just like life with Christ? Sometimes when we don't expect too much-He showers us with roses!