Strolling around my garden
How blessed was I to see
82 sweet roses
That the Lord had given me
82 roses for me
Unbelievably
Blossoms and sweet fragrance
Adorning brilliantly
Scarlet, apricot, white
Lemon, ginger, sweet pink
In varying degrees
Of openness to drink
For someone with no green thumb
I know ‘tis His sweet touch
Their beauty overwhelms me
I know He loves me very much
© 2014 Liana Wendy Howarth
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Wow Liana, I so want to visit your garden! 🙂 What a blessing indeed. Thank you for sharing the blessing of your beautiful words with us. x
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How beautiful to be able to sit with you Anita and have a Devonshire tea … sorry I mean a Dorsetshire tea :-). What a blessed day ‘twould be xxx
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This blessed me, Liana. I love how generous our Father is with all the beauty He has made. Can you imagine the roses in Heaven?
Blessings ~ Wendy ❀
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Hi Wendy … the roses in heaven, perfection, no bugs, no scale, perfect blooms following the gaze the the wondrous Son xxx
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Amen! ❀
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❤
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Indeed He does, Liana! Hugs, Natalie 🙂
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Thanks for your sweet comment Natalie. Such a cherished feeling to know and find the love of God xxx
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Yaying Jesus with you for the wonder of all those blooms! 🙂
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Thanks Debbie, I do believe there are even more today :-). God is so good.
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I was in a walmart about four years ago and as I was heading out of the outdoor garden area something caught my eye. it was the saddest little concord grapevine I’d ever seen. it looked like the Charlie brown Christmas tree without the ornament. it was reduced for quick sale, last remaining so I took the little guy home…you should see it now!
Anthony
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So cute Anthony 🙂 … such a caring heart … I am blessed to call you friend.
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Beautiful!!! ❤
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❤ … thanks Skye. I still can't get my head around it 🙂 … probably more blooming as I type!
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You did not count yourself, you missed one…make that 83 🙂
Anthony
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Anthony, when I first read your comment, I admit I was quite baffled thinking, how on earth do you know how many roses are in my garden ??? When the reality of what you had written dawned through the fog (tick, tock, tick, tock … waiting/waiting) … I was and still am overwhelmed with the sweetness of what you have said. It’s precious dear friend xxx
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If anything grows in my yard I credit the Lord because gardening is not a talent of mine. I get so overjoyed when I see a bloom!
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Know how you feel Ellen … takes your breath away doesn’t it … the beauty of His creation.
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