Oh I am probably just a "daffodil or maybe even a dandelion" but I sure love living in God's garden.

Good evening my friends, I pray your day has been a beautiful one and that you are now ready to enjoy the weekend, share some love, take some time for YOU and be filled with joy and laughter.

In prayer this evening I thanked God for another beautiful day, for allowing me another day of life here on this earth, for another chance at getting things right that I am doing wrong. I thanked him for your support and for your kindness and ask him to shower blessings upon each of you. I asked him to bless each of us with his love and to continue to bless my friend Star and the little baby who had heart surgery earlier in the week, asking for a complete and today healing.....I asked God for mercy, grace, favor, peace, calm and strength for all in the name of Jesus Christ. Amen. 

This story touched my heart and made me cry, I was blessed in my high school years to be able to work one on one with a very special young girl and worked in the field surrounded by special people for many years, I absolutely love the pureness, the unconditional love and the sheer joy of seeing those smiles! 

Blue Rose

Why do I always have to be the one that starts to do laundry and there's no detergent? I guess it was time for me to do my "Dollar Store" run, which included light bulbs, paper towels, trash bags and Clorox. So off I go. 

I scurried around the store, gathered up my goodies, and headed for the checkout counter only to be blocked in the narrow aisle by a young man that appeared to be about sixteen-years-old. I wasn't in a hurry, so I patiently waited for the boy to realize that I was there... 

This was when he waved his hands excitedly in the air and declared in a loud voice, "Mommy, I'm over here." It was obvious now, he was mentally challenged, and Also startled as he turned and saw me standing so Close to him, waiting to squeeze by. His eyes Widened and surprise exploded on his face as I said, "Hey Buddy, what's your name?" "My name is Denny and I'm shopping with my mother," he responded proudly. "Wow," I said, "that's a cool name; I wish my name was Denny, but my name is Hal." "Hal like Halloween?" he asked. "Yes," I answered. "How old are you Denny?" 

"How old am I now Mommy?" he asked his mother as she slowly came over from the next aisle. "You're fifteen-years-old Denny; now be a good boy and let the man pass by." I acknowledged her and continued to talk to Denny for several more minutes about summer, bicycles and school. I watched his brown eyes dance with excitement because he was the center of someone's attention. 

He then abruptly turned and headed toward the toy section. 

Denny's mom had a puzzled look on her face and thanked me for taking the time to talk with her son. 

She told me that most people wouldn't even look at him, much less talk to him... I told her that it was my pleasure and then I said something I have no idea where it came from, other than by the prompting of the Holy Spirit. 

I told her that there are plenty of red, yellow and pink roses in God's garden, however, "Blue Roses" are very rare and should be appreciated for their beauty and distinctiveness. You see, Denny is a "Blue Rose" and if someone doesn't stop and smell that rose with their heart and touch that rose with their kindness, then they've missed a blessing from God. 

She was silent for a second, then with a tear in her eye she asked, "Who are you?" Without thinking I said, "Oh, I'm probably just a "daffodil or maybe even a dandelion," but I sure love living in God's garden.