“The RoseBouquet”

I suppose I should continue the above saga while it is still fresh, with
another “incident.” We left the Sinclair’s home after breakfast on Sunday and
were only about half an hour away, in Taber, when a police man suddenly waved me
over. For a moment I wasn’t even sure it was a police man.

All weekend I had been so careful to go only the speed limit, and here with his
camera on a tripod on the corner, he’d clocked me going over the speed limit of
50 km/h. I was surprised to say the least. The last one I’d seen said 80. I’d
just come through a traffic light - on green - and it appeared we were nearly
out of this town. The highway was 4 lanes wide cutting through here, so I
assumed it was back up to 80 and shortly up to 100. I must’ve glanced to the
left where that 50 sign was. I felt very badly as I explained this to him, but I
DO KNOW that you can’t plead ignorance. If you have a driver’s license you are
expected to know the laws and obey them.

Fortunately he came back from his car with a ticket written out for just 55+
costing $66 instead of the maximum amount allowed. Still, I’d sold some family
history books, and had meant to put that towards my glasses which will be over
$400. At home Dad, seeing that our gas had not cost as much as he’d braced
for, gave me some towards the ticket, and I only have to add $11 from my
glasses stash to close off this incident.

I see some spiritual lessons in this real-life parable of what happens when we
break God’s moral laws. It’s a bit of comfort that it was not a wilful
infraction. Life can go on.

By the time we reached the cousins Thelma and Glenn in Swift Current I was
about to enjoy a good visit with them, and then head on home. All without a
headache too!

Hey, some folks have troubles many times worse and they didn’t ask for them
either! I don’t normally use articles by others, but today I want to share
with you - and with permission - an article that Cheryl Speir wrote in her
ezine, Write2theHeart. I didn’t realize it but she and her husband were in the
path of Katrina, the hurricane.

I should add that I know there are many other topics I could write about,
including the things I hear on the news. Dad and I don’t watch television but
very rarely. I get the news on the radio when working in the kitchen, so I’m
not in the dark, but we don’t get so emotionally wrapped up in tragedies around
the world. In this case though, I found the way Cheryl and David, and their
neighbours coped with their Katrina aftermath quite inspirational. She has
graciously given permission to share this with you.

See it below in the Ruthe’s Roses section.