“The RoseBouquet”

On Saturday morning I managed to get a my eavestroughs cleaned out. It hadn’t been done for years. Messy job! I got a lot of mess on me, but fortunately I’m washable. It was misting while I did it, but just as I finished, it began to rain in earnest. I went inside praising the Lord, and worked at cleaning myself thoroughly.

Then I focused on organizing one end of my bookshelves and my desk. I didn’t finish but I feel great about the amount of work I got done. I made major progress!

A week ago Sunday I took a supper over to my brother Tom’s and he wanted me to take away two used microwaves that had been left behind when others died or moved out of his apartment building. I put them in the trunk of my car, thinking to offer them to the sponsors at my church, who are looking after some refugees from Thailand that arrived a few weeks ago. But when I checked with the woman in charge at church, she said that they didn’t feel they needed the microwaves, but they wouldn’t mind the two chairs of Tom’s I’d told her about.

Well, I’ve been helping by picking up the refugee family of six the last few Sundays, so while we were driving back to the city I ask “my family” if they would like a microwave. They said yes. So when I got to their apartment address I opened the trunk to give them one of the microwaves.

Just then another family arrived at the car. These, I believe, were the friends of theirs, that they told me had just arrived the previous week. I asked if they’d like one too. They chattered among themselves, and suddenly one of the first family’s young boys piped up, “They said Yes.” So I gladly handed over the second microwave.

I drove away feeling the joy of giving, and was quite pleased that it had been so easy to give them away.

The next morning it hit me; what if they don’t know how to use them? They might burn themselves or break dishes that shouldn’t go in! Oh well,