A few years
ago I was begging God for roses. In the US I used to buy myself flowers on a
bi-weekly basis, just because they made my life happier. For years while in
Ghana the only roses I would see would be on television, so I asked God to have
someone give me a rose (real not artificial). I waited, and waited and waited,
still no rose. About a year later I was skipping rope at my job site (I worked
and lived on a gold mine during the time) and looked at a bush I had passed by
for the past year or so without paying it any attention. I went closer and it
looked suspiciously like a rose bush, when I smelled the flower, my suspicion
was confirmed.
God being so wonderful didn’t give me a
single rose to enjoy, He had given me a whole rose bush. Awesome indeed!
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