Yellow Roses

1 Jun

A rose-bush in my backyard is almost ready to bloom. I can see it from my kitchen window. Soon it will be covered with pretty yellow roses.

Five years ago on June 1st, I gave that same rose-bush to my mother. It was her birthday. Returning from an out-of-state road trip, she and my dad were rushing back to Idaho. They hoped to arrive later that afternoon.

I knew I wouldn’t be around when they arrived. I would be in the hospital. My first cancer surgery was scheduled for that day. But I wanted something cheerful to greet my mom when she got home. So early that morning, I went to my parents’ place and left that rose-bush on their dining room table, along with a card, for my mom to find later.

There would be no happy birthday celebrations that day. But there would be roses. Yellow roses.

Sometime later, my mom gave the gift back to me by planting that same rose-bush in my backyard. No doubt she understood that there would be times in the coming days when I too would need the yellow roses.

During the past five years, the bush has flourished and bloomed. Today, that healthy rose-bush serves as a testimony to the faithfulness of God in my life. And it provides a beautiful reminder of the love that is shared between a daughter and her mother.

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4 Responses to “Yellow Roses”

  1. Scott Enserink June 1, 2011 at 4:58 pm #

    Very touching and very well expressed.

    • writergirldreams June 7, 2011 at 12:18 am #

      I love when you write about your family, and your Mom and sweet Dad. How blessed you are, and Ranger too! Yesterday, at National Cancer Survivors Day, I spoke at my local event, and when I left the stage, they handed me a bouquet of beautiful yellow rose buds. I was just admiring them, then had to laugh when I came here, and you were talking about yellow roses.

      Jill, if red and pink roses are for love, and white roses for a bride, then from now on, whenever I see a yellow rose, thanks to you I will be reminded of God’s faithfulness to me.

      Jill, as much as a stranger who has never heard your voice or looked into your eyes or held your hand can love you, I love you Sister. I hope we meet someday.

      • jillnogales June 8, 2011 at 8:51 pm #

        Me too 🙂

  2. Debra June 24, 2011 at 2:43 pm #

    Hi Jill

    I love the story. What a sweet gift for your Mom. I had my cancer surgery June 1st too, but in 2010. So happy to hear of your good health. God is faithful.

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