I am in Scotland and yesterday we went for a walk along the shores of Loch Lomond. As you can see in the photograph three yellow roses came floating to the shore. My sister and I speculated on how they came to be in the loch. We surmised that maybe they had been thrown in to the water as a memorial. I thought
that maybe some romantic lunch had ended badly. No matter how they came to us, there were many places they could have landed, I wasn’t going to let them die there on the shore. I picked them up and brought them home. The fact that their yellow color reminded me of Texas and my precious hubby, was not lost on me. And I took them as a little reminder that God was watching over me and my love while we are apart.