Today at my grief support group, I told a story of how my dad found an offshoot from the rosebush that had sprouted near the sidewalk. That was not a good place for it to be, so he pulled it up and we replanted it in a bare spot. It was no more than a stick. I was sceptical to say the least, but followed his lead. Sure enough, the stick took and grew. This year it’s almost as big as the original that it came from. It just so happened that at the end of the session, we had a closing activity that included roses. I even brought 2 of them home. I am grateful for the consolations that I have been receiving from this group. They make me smile and realize that I am in the right place.

I Found God today in roses.