I am a rose
"I am a rose; I am a lily". . . Song of Solomon 2:1
describes how the bridegroom views his bride.
My journey of reconciliation to God and acceptance
of His truth about me has brought me to rejoicing
in this declaration. I AM His rose and His lily.
I am lovely in His eyes to the point of Jesus sacrificing
everything so my sin would not keep us apart.
I am a delightful rose. . . and I am thankful.
Sunday, May 30, 2010
This is Grandma Anderson. My Dad's mother. Julia - one of the lovelier names of older females in my life. My other grandmother's name was Mabel. Gramms Mabel was more like a mother to me. Grandma Julia was a passionate gardener. She would have been the top Master Gardener. Here she is with veggies behind her and the edge of one of many flower beds. To this day, I have affection for gardens and their keepers. Personally, I'm a borderline black thumb. A great disappointment but made it easier to give up digging and planting when RA took over. Grandma looks so serene in her garden and beautiful.
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