Ordinary

I have a rose that grows over my high tank just outside my kitchen door. It doesn’t have a strong scent and in many ways it’s just an ordinary rose. When it flowers, it has clusters of small roses that just make for a wonderful display.

As I thought about this rose, which some people consider to be a pest, as it has managed to get it canes into some tricky places, I thought about us. We are just ordinary people, most of us, and yet, when we flourish under God direction and care we become someone very special.

"But now, O LORD, thou art our father; we are the clay, and thou our potter; and we all are the work of thy hand." Isaiah 64:8

Prayer: Lord, help me to remember you are a great restorer of turning ordinary things into wonderful creations.