Garden Whimsy
- Laura Lyn Donahue
- Sep 14, 2020
- 1 min read
His steadfast love never ceases • His mercies never come to an end • They are new every morning • Great is his faithfulness.*
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Where are these mercies? Where is this faithfulness?
What does this love look like?
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For me, this morning, mercy, love and faithfulness look like sweet garden roses gathered by my mother’s hands and placed simply in a sage-colored watering can.
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God often uses my mom to remind me of the simple joys of life... the joys that, during this time of unprecedented distress, most often are found in the cracks—easily overlooked—missed entirely because of the battles that rage around us...
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No one is immune to pain...
No one is immune to joy—but sometimes, and especially right now, the joy can be very hard to find.
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So, this morning, I am sharing simple garden roses, gathered by wisdom’s hands and whimsically arranged for you and me to see.
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Don’t miss this slice of joy. It’s for you, and you are worthy to receive it because I love you.
* Lamentations 3:22-23 ESV
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