My rose bush hadn’t bloomed all year. Not one red flower. I had given up. It’s the end of October. We’ve had lows in the thirties. It hasn’t been watered in months.
And then, in the midst of this nightmare of a week…there they were. Two perfect blooms.
You’ll never convince me those roses weren’t sent by Kooper and Aydan. The two teenage boys who helped to take care of my yard work. I bagged up those petals and took them to Kooper’s Mama.
You know. So do I. God’s timing is better than ours. It’s just hard to remember that sometimes. Good thing He sends little red reminders like these.