When I sat down at my laptop to do some computering, I noticed Kinya stepped out the front door. He came back in, holding the pot of orchids Joyce had brought me Sunday night. They'd been given out at worship Service last week for Mother's Day, but I haven't been feeling well recently so was unable to go. My husband and son saw I was happy receiving the flowers, but I'd told them I'd probably kill them.
So Kinya made sure they were watered plus took them outside from time to time for treats of sunlight--what a sweetheart!
"Thank you," I told him, "And even if the flowers can't speak for themselves, I'm sure God would say, "Thank you for taking care of my flowers."
"Maybe," he smiled, and added shyly; "but then they're probably going to die anyway."
This is the first time in my life I prayed for nice flowers..."for myself"!
