Roses in the Window

Sometimes I’m just drawn to the floral department. I love flowers! They brighten my life—I know, sounds schmaltzy, but it’s true.

It’s February here, and though there’s no snow and the dormant grass is green, I could use some color, so about three weeks ago, my daughter and I bought some primroses and put them in planters in the yard. (Since then, I’ve had to baby them a bit through a rare 25-degree night or two. Welcome to the garage, dear flowers. Hope you enjoy your stay.) But they add beauty to the yard, to the view outside my writing office window.

This week, God directed me to the floral department at the local grocery store. Ahhh, the aroma of lilies. Some might say it’s overwhelming. I LOVE the rich fragrance of lilies. But I wasn’t there for cut flowers (gotta save that opportunity for my husband come Monday *wink*), I was there for potted plants. Roses. Mini-roses in all their loveliness. Red roses. The symbol of love.

Now, when I come into my office, I’m reminded of God’s love for me.

Several years back, I read (and re-read and re-read) a book called A Kiss A Day by Jamie Lash. It’s a great devotional based on the first two chapters of the Song of Songs and our intimate relationship with Jesus. One day she centered on God giving us roses. I began to pray He would. What followed were several instances of Him giving me roses, including a friend who had an extra bare-root rose plant his family wanted to give away which produced several gorgeous, fragrant red roses.

In what ways does God engage with you personally? He knows my love language is gifts, so He gives me gifts. What does He do in your life to show you His love on a regular basis? He’s a Lover, you know. He’s always wooing, always demonstrating His love. Watch for it like I’m gazing on the roses in my window.