God’s Garden

God’s Garden
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Why do I always have to be the one that
starts to do laundry and there’s no
detergent?

I guess it was time for me to do my
“Dollar Store” run, which included light
bulbs, paper towels, trash bags and Clorox.
So off I go. I scurried around the store,
gathered up my goodies, and headed for
the checkout counter only to be blocked in
the narrow aisle by a young man that
appeared to be about sixteen-years-old.
I wasn’t in a hurry, so I patiently waited for
the boy to realize that I was there. This
was when he waved his hands excitedly in
the air and declared in a loud voice,
“Mommy, I’m over here.”
It was obvious now, he was mentally
challenged, and also startled as he turned
and saw me standing so close to him,
waiting to squeeze by.
His eyes widened and surprise exploded on
his face as I said, “Hey Buddy, what’s your
name?”
“My name is Denny and I’m shopping with
my mother,” he responded proudly.
“Wow,” I said, “that’s a cool name; I wish
my name was Denny, but my name is Hal.”
“Hal like Halloween?” he asked.
“Yes,” I answered. “How old are you Denny?
“How old am I now Mommy?” he asked his
mother as she slowly came over from the
next aisle.
“You’re fifteen-years-old Denny. Now be a
good boy and let the man pass by.”
I acknowledged her and continued to talk to
Denny for several more minutes about
summer, bicycles and school. I watched his
brown eyes dance with excitement because
He was the center of someone’s attention.
He then abruptly turned and headed toward
the toy section.
Denny’s mom had a puzzled look on her
face and thanked me for taking the time to
talk with her son.
She told me that most people wouldn’t even
look at him, much less talk to him.
I told her that it was my pleasure and then I
said something. I have no idea where it came
from, other than by the prompting of the Holy
Spirit. I told her that there are plenty of red,
yellow and pink roses in God’s garden,
however, “Blue Roses” are very rare and
should be appreciated for their beauty and
distinctiveness. You see, Denny is a ” Blue
Rose” and if someone doesn’t stop and
smell that rose with their heart and touch
that rose with their kindness, then they’ve
missed a blessing from God.”
She was silent for a second, then with a tear
in her eye she asked, “Who are you?”
Without thinking I said, “Oh, I’m probably
just a “daffodil or maybe even a dandelion,”
but I sure love living in God’s garden.

Pastor Hal Steenson
This real life story took place July 12, 2006.  

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