In Arizona, one can plan an outdoor party nearly any day of the year because it rarely rains. When it does rain, for a few hours the desert smells fresh, rocks glisten, and everything looks clean.
Trees and shrubs that live in the desert survive with little water. I’m making my yard a desert environment and no longer need an irrigation system. I have a wild rose plant in my backyard that I have neglected for years. I’ve actually abused it by cutting it down, spraying weed killer on it, and refusing to water it. Last year it bloomed–three lonely buds on a plant three-feet high. I couldn’t believe me eyes when I first saw them. “That plant is determined to live,” I thought, but yet I refused to water it. This spring it bloomed again. This time the branches were covered with ruby red wild roses. But the interesting thing is that it bloomed while Glen was in the hospital, and I cut a few small sprigs and took them to the hospital because Glen loved roses. After Glen passed on, the blooms gave me comfort.
I don’t think rose bushes know anything about life or death, but God can make anything happen. Perhaps he put life into that old bush to remind us there will be life for us after we die.
Lord, give us beautiful blooms to remember those who have passed away. Amen.