Sadness

I walked outside to take a photo of my rose garden. As I looked at it I realised that it really did look a bit sad. There were lots of weeds and rubbish which screamed that I had not been there for a long time to take care of it. However, if I didn’t look at the weeds and looked a little higher up I found that there were plenty of roses to look at. Yes, they were a little tarnished but that was not my fault, they looked like that because we have had a couple of heavy frosts during the previous week. It seemed that my rose bushes had forgotten that they are not meant to flower during winter.

As I walked back into the house (without doing any weeding) I thought about how that garden can sometimes be like my life. I do tend to look at all the rubbish around me, the bad news stories on the TV, children doing things I don’t approve of, dirty dishes or things that other members have not put away. Yes, they do get me down, a lot, but as I climbed the stairs and took one last look at the roses, I reminded myself to look higher than the rubbish. When the children leave things lying around, I can thank God that I have children, many people don’t. My dirty dishes mean that we have food but there are many hungry people in this world.

I remembered that I need to look at Jesus. “Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above, and cometh down from the Father of lights, with whom is no variableness, neither shadow of turning.” James 1:17. Why am I so blessed, because of the grace of God and it would be sad not the share it.