The Blossoming Flower Whisperer (standard:humor, 907 words)
Author: Godspenman	Added: Jul 18 2021	Views/Reads: 953/674	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
I guess from my wife’s point of view, the delicacy and fragrance of a blossoming flower are in the voice that comforts it. When God speaks to me, I also blossom.

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you talking to?" 

She looked at me, gave me one of her contagious smiles, and said, "I'm
talking to my flowers. Aren't they beautiful?" 

Being a husband for as long as I have been, I know what it's like to be
in a position where you don't know what to say. Unfortunately, this was 
not one of them. 

For anybody to talk to flowers was pretty silly as far as I was
concerned. 

After a short pause, I responded, "Do they ever talk back?" 

Laughing for a moment, she replied, "Silly boy, they're flowers, and
flowers don't talk." 

She then went back to her flowers, and I could hear her still talking to
them. Evidently, her talking to them was working out because all of the 
flowers were blooming quite beautifully. 

I went back to my office and began reflecting on this. I can understand
talking to a dog or a cat or even a horse. But when you talk to a 
flower, it just doesn't make sense to me. 

On further reflection, if talking to flowers is beneficial to their
growth, who in the world am I to question that. The end result is the 
flower, and that's what we appreciate. 

As I was pondering this, I decided to look up some Scripture along this
line, and I found one that blessed my heart. "The flowers appear on the 
earth; the time of the singing of birds is come, and the voice of the 
turtle is heard in our land” (Song of Solomon 2:12). 

I guess from my wife's point of view, the delicacy and fragrance of a
blossoming flower are in the voice that comforts it. When God speaks to 
me, I also blossom.


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