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A Rose in the Car

Recently a friend gave me a single rose. I wanted to keep it from wilting in the car on my way home. We have been in the middle of a heat wave for the last week or two. I asked for a small bottle that I could use to keep the flower in water. I managed to find a suitable spot in my car to wedge the bottle and keep the flower upright.

As long as the stem of the rose remained connected to the water, the rose would stay alive and drink up the water. However, should the stem be removed from the water for a while, it would suck up air instead, leading to a quick decline.

Jesus said, “Remain in me and I will remain in you. for a branch cannot produce fruit if it is severed from the vine, and you cannot be fruitful unless you remain in me.” (John 15:4 NLT)

Jesus was talking about a vine and its branches but it is also true of a rose and water. The rose stem needs to remain in the water so the water can remain and flow through the rose stem.

In John 7, Jesus talks about “living water,” by which He meant the Spirit. If we walk by the Spirit, i.e. keep constantly connected to Him, we will not gratify the desires of the flesh, (Gal 5: 16) which cause us to wilt and fade as the living water is no longer in us.

My Prayer

Lord Jesus, I do not always keep connected to You. Please help me to walk more and more by the Spirit, like a rose keeping its stem constantly in the water. I know that without You I can do nothing. Thank You for Your life-giving Spirit. Amen.

God’s Perfect Timing

“But I trust in you, Lord; I say “You are my God.” My times are in your hands;” (Psalm 31:14-15a NIV)

Last year in early Autumn, I bought a rose bush from a sidewalk sale. There were not too many to choose from but I selected the one I liked the best and I asked my gardener to plant it for me.

After Winter, I couldn’t remember what my rose looked like. I also didn’t know its name. How excited I was to see a bud some weeks ago.

I couldn’t wait for my bud to open so I could remember what the rose looked like. It took a long time and every day I’d go to the garden to have a look but all I’d see was the bud. Finally, after what seemed much too long, the bud started opening until it unfolded into the beautiful flower God had created it to be.

If I had become impatient and taken things into my own hands, prising open the bud and pulling off the petals, I would never have seen my rose. I had to wait for the right time.

I know that God has a plan for my life and for my children’s lives. I cannot take things into my own hands and try to work out the plan myself. I have to wait for God’s timing and watch with wonder as signs of his perfect plan unfold. God is never late, never early but always on time. Why is it so hard to trust Him?

My Prayer

Father God, I know that You love me and that You have a plan for my life. Teach me to rest in Your love and trust your timing implicitly. Amen.

Corridor of Light

Burglars broke into both houses behind us over the Christmas holiday and our neighbours are now upgrading their security. They intend putting up electric fencing along our shared border. Yesterday, tree-fellers invaded the property behind us with their noisy electric saws, trimming trees and branches that would interfere with the electric fence. Part of our avocado tree had to be trimmed.

I noticed the difference this morning when I went to the gazebo in the garden for my quiet time. The corridor of light between our house and wall was bigger and brighter. A rose was back-lit and glowed like a ruby. The smooth leaves looked like polished jade.

Image by Bob Mason from Pixabay

As every photographer knows, light makes all the difference. Even normally ugly things, given enough light, grow beautiful.

But light is not only for beauty, it is also for power. Without light, plants could not photosynthesize and make food or produce oxygen. As more and more power cuts hit our country, many South Africans are investing in solar panels to create electricity. Light has energy. Light is power.

Jesus, the Light of the World, is also the power of the world. In Him all things were created. (Col1:16)

We are called to walk in the light. (1 John 1:7, Psalm 56:13, Is 2:5 and others.)

My prayer, “Lord Jesus Christ, Light of the World, please shine your light of beauty and power on me today and always. Amen.”

This post is part of JustJoJan.

Valentines Day

For Valentine’s Day a fund raising committee at our school organises  Valentine’s roses and other small gifts. You pay up front and they deliver the roses for you. On Monday I found such a rose in the dustbin. Somebody was making a statement. What story of unrequited love was behind it? It inspired me to write a 300 word flash fiction story. Hope you like it.

red rose

Valentine’s Rose


Mom is crying again.  Noah blocks his ears and rocks. Rock, rock, backwards and forwards. Noise. Sobs. Talking? Who is with Mom?  He stops and stands up awkwardly then lumbers to Mom’s closed bedroom door.

“O Lord, you know how much I love him, but I am so tired” he hears Mom whisper.

Noah doesn’t understand much but he likes the words. “How much I love. How much I love,” he repeats to himself.

He thinks of his red flower. He found it in a dustbin this morning when he was walking past the school with Mom. Mom always says, “Don’t take things out of the dustbin, Noah. They are dirty.”

Mom wasn’t looking. He stumbled to the dustbin and took the flower. Dirty. It didn’t look dirty. It was red and had a long stem. Red was the only colour he knew. Red. It was wrapped. Like a red sweet. On the wrapping was a red heart. He grabbed the flower. The paper crinkled. He scrunched it with glee and listened to the noise again.

Rotten banana smell came from the dustbin and bothered his nose. The flower had no smell. He stroked it. It felt comforting, like his jacket. He had rescued it from the smell.  Dirty.

“Come on Noah, walk faster,” said Mom. He lifted his jersey and stuffed the flower underneath. Scratchy jersey, crinkly paper.


Noah remembers the flower. Red. How much I love. He fetches it from the other red things arranged on the table in his room.  He walks to Mom’s door and listens.

“Lord, please just give me some sign that we’re making progress, that the new programme is working.”

Noah opens the door. “What do you need, Noah?” asks Mom.

“How much I love,” says Noah, thrusting the flower at her.