More frangipani sightings

while tidying up out in the front yard yesterday, I came upon a branch of frangipani stuck in the hedge...obviously broken off by the hailstorm a month ago. The flowers were still in great shape. It reminded me that no matter how broken and bruised and in terrible shape, we can still flower and bloom if we are still attached to the source of all our nourishment. If I could find the Lutheran hymn book, I could look up the beautiful Christmas hymn that I am being reminded of. Something about a rose...Behold a Rose is growing. I guess google might help. Don't you love that blogger or google or my computer doesn't recognize the word google. Very ironic. I have had to add it to the dictionary. Very funny.

 Behold! a Rose is growing,
of loveliest form and grace,
as prophets sang, foreknowing;
it springs from Jesse's race,
and comes a perfect flower,
in midst of coldest winter,
at deepest midnight hour.

While I don't have any roses growing here at the moment, I used to have one or two that I planted  that have disappeared after the long drought. But coming upon the piece of broken frangipani reminded me of them when they used to flower at odd times, suddenly there would be a flower looking at me from a bedraggled part of the garden. 

May this 11th day before Christmas be a joyful one for you, may you find an odd moment of God's glory and love hiding in your day.