Your mother was like a vine in your vineyard planted by the water; it was fruitful and full of branches because of abundant water (Ezekiel 19:10).
Sunday, for Mother’s Day, my daughter Katie suggested we visit the Rose Garden at Mesa Community College. We’ve gone there together before, and it’s always fun to photograph and enjoy the 9,000 rose bushes. We made it about halfway through the five-acre garden.
We were there from about 11:00 until 12:15. Although it was a bright, sunny day, some parts of the garden are shady. The blooms ranged from closed buds to full-blown blossoms and everywhere in between. This time I was most attracted to the orangey roses (several different varieties), so that’s why they’re so over-represented in the photographs below. If you want to see more colors, click on the link in the paragraph above.
If you look closely, you may discover a visitor or two.
I’m also counting this post as a Flower-of-the-Day entry.
As a mother comforts her child, so will I comfort you, and you will be comforted over Jerusalem (Isaiah 66:13).
He settles the barren woman in her home as a happy mother of children. Praise the Lord (Psalm 113:9).
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Mom passed away in 2004, Dad in 2013. I miss them every day.
In this season between Mother’s Day and Father’s Day, I would like to honor my parents by enumerating the ways they made me what I am.
My parents taught me:
To work hard. Whatever chores they assigned me, I was expected to do them well, without complaining, and be happy that I was contributing to my family. (I often disappointed them by not complying with the no complaining and happiness stipulations.) My father worked long hours and sometimes worked a second job to support our family. He worked so hard at his baking job that he eventually became a partner in the business.
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