Early this morning, I sat quietly, looking out the family room window.  My heart felt so heavy,
and the tears were near the surface.  My focus was clouded.  My thoughts went out to the
many families whose lives were instantly changed in a small, hometown of Rosedale,
Oregon.  I thought of what their Saturday morning looked like, and hence my sadness
for them.

Then, it was as if God redirected my focus, and suddenly, I saw their color
and their exquisite beauty ......roses..... as they continued to bloom, right outside the
rain covered window.
Not many of them.  No, just a few, but they were there, lifting their heads toward heaven,
and their presence blessed my saddened heart in a special way.

A few of the brilliant red ones...

A few buds, and newly opened ones, as well.

Quietly, without fanfare, through the rain and much cooler weather, they continued to
bloom, even though it is October.

Even the tiny raindrops added to their exquisite beauty.

I walked to another window, on a different side of our house, and there I saw it.  One remaining
pink hydrangea, and it too offered a touch of inspiration for me.  

 

At the back window, I observed the tiny birds that were happily eating away, despite the
heavy rain of the morning.  These inspiring sights outside my windows, on this dismal
Saturday morning, reminded me that God is still giving us gifts of beauty like these, to
exhibit His continual love for me, and for all of His children.  Then, it came to mind, the amazing sights that greeted those Christians who were brave enough to stand up in that classroom, when they entered Heaven's gates on Thursday morning.

 

 

I know that, because my Bible tells me so.

 

I read this in 1 Corinthians 2: 9

 

"Eye has not seen, nor ear heard,

Nor has entered into the heart of man

The things which God has prepared for those who love Him."

 

Great peace and heartfelt comfort was what I found on this Saturday.

 

 

Thanks to my uncle for sharing this last picture with me.