God has a sense of humor
He has a style of teaching us through little ways

It's my first spring in my apartment
A season I've looked forward for weeks
And I've been wishing for a bush of roses
To make rose water and teas
To pick fresh roses and put them in vases in my sun-filled room
It would lighten the dark, with a touch of pink,
And send away the gloom

But paychecks have been sufficient only for living
Not gardening beautiful flowers on a whim
And as I longed for a bush of bright pink roses
I received a gift from Him

Yesterday I went walking
And to my surprise found thorns and buds on the edge of my lawn
I found a bush of pink knockout roses
They have been there all along

Sometimes prayers are answered long before we pray for them