Bette Midler & I.

The Rose. Anybody remember that song?  I loved it.


My admission is giving away my interest in vintage music.


(I’m calling it vintage because I’m hoping to sabotage the truth.  Truth is it isn’t vintage to me at all. I grew up with that song. I remember playing it on my folk’s stereo. OOPS! Did I just say stereo?!)


Anyway…back to vintage music.


The Rose was heavy on my mind not too long ago.  Doc (aka. My Beloved) had given me roses for Valentines. They were gooohgeeeeous!


One day I was rearranging them when I noticed I had inadvertently left the stem of a rose out of the water. 

I started to put the poor soul back into the vase but the scientist in me reared its head.

I thought, “I wonder what this rose would look like in a few days if I left him out?” Thus began the experiment.

Interestingly, it didn’t take days at all.


It took one day.


My poor yellow rose had completely withered…in just ONE DAY!


I couldn’t help but think about my heart.  What happens to me when I tell myself I’m too busy to draw from the living water?


“One day won’t hurt.”


But I know my life ends up looking like the yellow rose more than this red one when I’m not “in the water”.



Let’s spur each other on. Even if it’s just a moment…let’s draw a deep drink.




Aaaaaah. That’s more like it.

On the final and climactic day of the Feast, Jesus took his stand. He cried out, “If anyone thirsts, let him come to me and drink. Rivers of living water will brim and spill out of the depths of anyone who believes in me this way, just as the Scripture says.” John 7:37-39 The MSG


Your DoAhead Friend,

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