The King of Kings, and Lord of Lords is our loving Father who knows our needs and wants, and hears even those whispers that no one else does.
A grandmother’s love of gardening is passed down to her granddaughter. Despite her mother’s disapproval, she is determined to become a horticulturist; and finally cross breed the beautiful purple rose her grandmother, and herself, made their, special project.
Some moments in life take our breath away and linger in our memories forever. These are the moments that shape who we are and how we love.
Grandmothers have a way of teaching life lessons in the simplest of ways. Ways that tend to stay with us throughout the years. My grandmother used her jigsaw puzzles to teach me about life and living.
It a world, where it seems everyone has a hand out, it is easy to grow callous and uncaring. However, it is just at the time when we turn a blind eye to other’s needs, and our own needs seem to be larger than life, that we just may miss the best opportunity to turn our own situation around.
This short story won Third Place in the 2010 - 2011 Alabama Federation of Women's Clubs, State Writing Competetion.