I love my cousin Cindy, and not just because she always seems to know when I need a dozen white roses.I can hardly write without fresh flowers in my office, but the drought in our area has made for slim pickings in the garden this past month and the mums and Japanese anemones aren't quite ready for cutting yet. That made this bouquet of snow-white darlings doubly welcome when they arrived on Friday afternoon.
Click on the photo to make 'em grow.
On a more serious note, the blogosphere's buzzing with talk of Hurricane Katrina, and this morning Terry Teachout has put together a very helpful collection of blogs and other sites that are being updated regularly.
I've been praying, of course.
6 comments:
them are pretty roses, I like yellow the best myself,:-D
They are very pretty...and I love your cousin Cindy too! Enjoy them and have a happy day.
yfs
White roses are my fave!! Lovely : >
OHHHH, I love those roses!!!
I've been praying re: Katrina since last week, when she passed over OUR house and left us without power for 33 hours. My brother is still without juice, but my sisters are up and running. My palm trees look semi-undressed, and my writing "office" still smells damp and icky. The roof leak is now plugged. And I've been praying DOWN a storm for the folks in the Gulf Coastal regions since that baby headed their way. What a monster! Horrifying!
I'm about ready to move to the desert, I tell ya.
Mir
Do you think prayer affects hurricanes? Sunames? - I'm forgetting how to spell that word, but you know, the earthquake happens under the sea, the wave is unleashed...
I just have trouble with a lot of aspects of petitionary prayer - in distinction from contemplative prayer.
Tsunamis. Yeah, it's tricky. ;-)
This blog is about writing, not religious discussions, but although I'm reluctant to get into lengthy conversations about doctrine, I'm really moved to answer your comment.
I believe that my asking God to turn or weaken a storm is very similar to a child asking his mother if he might have ice cream for dessert. The mother may already have other plans. Or perhaps the child shouldn't have ice cream for some reason. But sometimes, Mother will say yes. The important thing is that the child understands Mother is in control.
That's how I see prayer. What I ask for isn't nearly as important as the fact that I'm asking. Asking means admitting that I'm scared or that I need something or want something, and it means acknowledging my total dependence on God.
He's in control. Things are going to happen his way and in his time. But I also know that he loves me and that it delights him to answer my prayers.
So did he power down this storm because his children begged him to do it? I don't know, Paul, and neither do you. But I believe it was worth asking. After all, didn't Jesus tell us we don't have because we don't ask?
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