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To Admire Yellow Roses

One evening, after an exhausting but rewarding day spent dancing, I rested in my kitchen.  I couldn’t help but gaze at the glowing blooms adorning the center of the oak table.  They were vibrant, silky, petals opening with the color of the morning sunrise or the evening sunset.  Any of you that really know me can probably guess what I did next.  Grabbing the small black camera that had already been used so many times that day at the recital, I snapped about a hundred (well maybe fewer) pictures of the gorgeous roses.  I thought I would share a little warmth of summer with you! :)


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Bliss-Beauty Living In Sweet Simplicity

Rejoice… in your youth; and let yourheart cheer you in the days of your youth.”

Quotation from “Beautiful Girlhood” By Karen Andreola

“Have you ever watched the development of a rose from the tiny bud to the open flower?  The bud holds little more promise of beauty than the foliage about it; but day by day it grows until it is full and round.  One day you see a thread of color, promise of the rose to come, peeping through the covering of green.  Each morning the thread of color widens until the bud bursts asunder and the flower is revealed.  You look upon the bursting bud with admiration and delight, though yet you do not see the rose in its full size and beauty.  You have to wait until it is full grown and fully open, till it has reached its maturity, before you can behold the complete flower.  But in the opening blossom the beauty of the mature rose is blended with the grace and charm of the bud.”

“Girlhood is the opening flower of womanhood.  It has charms all its own.  The wonderful change from the child to the women, the marvelous bosoming of young, healthy girlhood, will ever be God’s great miracle in life’s garden.  Girlhood is like a half-open rose.  We are charmed, both by the beauty of the bud and by the wonderful coloring of the rose.  We behold the familiar traits of childhood that have always charmed us and held our affections, but blended with these in ever-changing variety are the graces and powers of womanhood.”

I hope these words encourage you today as you go through the many challenges of “growing-up”.

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A rose by any other name…

What if a rose was a skunkcabbage?

There is a saying that states, “A rose by any other name, wouldn’t smell as sweet;”  and if any of you are familiar with Anne of Green Gables, which I’m sure you are, you know what I mean.  What is your opinion?  Do names really matter?  Does it matter what you look like on the outside, as long as your inside is pure and right?

I decided to write a short story on the subject, that hopefully you will find quite interesting.

The Thorn and the Rose

The sun smiled down upon the little town of Hedgehill, it smiled at the children, both notty and nice, it smiled at the families both poor and rich.  It grinned at the rust-colored fields and the green ones too.  And it smiled upon two particular children as well.  Their names were Adelaide and Bertie.  Now Adelaide was a very respected name during the time.  It came from the richest of rich and from ancestors who had lived in royal castles.  On the other hand, Bertie was considered to be the oddest name around.  The school kids laughed at Bertie, but she didn’t mind.  She minded her own business, and gave kindness back to her enemies.  Adelaide pretended to be polite to her elders just to receive all of the things she might want, but she had a wicked heart.

Bertie grew up to be a succesful lady, who became admired all over the country, but Adelaide grew up alone, being admired for nothing but the history of her royal name.

Now, one might want to imagine, things another way from what they are.  Just what if a bird would have been called a hippo instead?  But as you can see, it doesn’t matter what something looks like or even what they’re name is, it matters how they are on the inside.

So the answer to our question is:

A rose by any other name…is still a rose.


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